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“I know.” I breathe as his lips trail across my jaw, not stopping until he reaches my ear.

“So fucking beautiful.”

“Colt.” I moan as his large body blankets mine, his forearms keeping his weight off me.

“You’re mine, Nova.”

“I know.”

“Do you want to play?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I want to mark this gorgeous body with my blade.”

My nipples pebble against his chest, my thighs clenching together. “Do your worst, Devil.”

He rises from the bed, digging the switchblade from his pocket. He disappears into the bathroom, returning after a few minutes, wiping the knife down. Crawling onto the mattress, he pulls the sheet back, exposing my naked body.

His pupils dilate as he presses the point of the blade against the base of my throat. Slowly, he glides it down my chest, between my breasts, and over my torso. The sharp edge scratching along my skin sends a shiver down my spine. He circles my belly button, changing course as he shifts his path towards my hip. As he reaches his destination, the prick of the blade startles me, and I yelp.

“Easy, baby.” He soothes, pressing it deeper into my skin, his free hand squeezing my inner thigh. “Breathe.”

I exhale deeply as his hand moves higher, every nerve ending lighting up from his touch. The edge of the blade drags along my skin, a sweet burn left in its wake. Just as the metal shifts again, he shoves two fingers inside me, ripping a cry from my throat.

“That’s it, little demon. Feel the pleasure with the pain.” My eyes are on him as he torments me in the most delicious way.

His thumb circles my clit as he works my pussy with his fingers. The bite of pain intensifies the sensations and I’m barreling towards an orgasm fast. My hands fist the sheets, and I’m coiled so tightly, my muscles begin to ache.

The blade twists and turns a few more times before it’s gone. He leans down, flattening his tongue against his creation, licking the blood from my skin. The sight takes me over the edge, and I’m shot into oblivion, darkness clouding my vision with little specs of light floating within. His fingers plunge deeper, and I sob his name, my release threatening to pull me under and drown me.

“That’s my girl. Come all over my hand.” He praises and my hips rock against him, riding out the wave of ecstasy.

My body relaxes, my mind empty of all thoughts as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean, one by one. He smirks at my disoriented state, and I slowly raise my hand, flipping him off.

He chuckles as he crawls over me, kissing me hard as he pushes his tongue inside my mouth. I taste myself with a hint of copper and it sets my blood on fire all over again.

“You’re turn.” He whispers against my lips.

“What?”

“Make me bleed for you.”

Christ.

Why does that sound so fucking hot?

Pushing at his chest, he rolls onto his back, and I climb on top of him. I take the knife from his hand and begin sliding down his thighs before he stops me. “Chest.”

I still. “You want me to mark your chest?”

He nods. “Over my heart.”

Jesus.

If I didn’t love him before, that one phrase would’ve made me fall for him.

Straddling his hips, I position the blade over his chest, my hands trembling with what I’m about to do. I’ve yet to see what he carved into my skin, but at this point, it doesn’t matter. We’re claiming each other and it’s fucking everything to me.

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