Page 59 of Save Me

He nips at me, his teeth catching on my ear lobe and sending a jolt of electricity through me.

I do as he says, walking towards the bed and sitting with my back against the headboard.

Jax stalks towards me, and the look in his eyes makes me blush.

He sets the knife down before grabbing onto my ankles gently, pulling me towards him so I’m lying on my back.

“That’s better,” his voice drips with desire as he looks me up and down.

Seconds later he has my clothes off, and I’m laying on the bed naked like a meal set out before him.

“You are beautiful,” he growls as he kisses his way down me. My body comes alight under his mouth, and as his lips travel at an excruciatingly slow pace as I arch my back, pressing myself into him.

I feel his tongue travel over my curves as his fingers gently press into my soft skin. I flinch suddenly as sharp teeth drag across my skin.

We stay like this for a while, his tongue, lips, and teeth worshipping my body with pleasure and pain. I can’t help but close my eyes as the two sensations collide, letting out a needy moan in response to his touch.

His mouth leaves my skin for a moment as he shifts himself lower on the bed, before lifting one of my ankles towards him.

Suddenly my eyes dart open as something colder, sharper, presses against the skin on the inside of my leg, and I see Jax kneeling on the bed, knife in hand, trailing it delicately against me.

My breathing hitches as I take in the scene before me, and there’s something erotic about seeing him kneeling there, his rippled muscles, tattooed body, and blazing eyes alight with desire as he trails the knife across me, so gently that it’s barely making contact with my skin.

And there’s something clearly wrong with me for finding this so hot.

My heart is beating quickly—from excitement or fear, I’m not sure.

“Remember, love, if you want me to stop, just say stop.”

“Okay,” I say through ragged breaths.

As soon as the words are out of my mouth I feel the sting of the blade cutting into my skin.

Fuck.

Before I can truly register the pain, which is really no more than a papercut, and before any blood can pool on my skin, Jax’slips are on the cut and his tongue is gliding across the small slice in my body. I’m immediately brought right back to him, to the mix of pain, pleasure, and adrenaline that only he can provide.

The knife bites into me again, this time just above my ankle, and I can feel the heat from the pain wash over me, this spot more sensitive than the last. I close my eyes as I breathe through the sensation, and once again it’s only a second before Jax’s tongue is gliding against it.

“Eyes on me, love,” he growls.

I feel him moving himself on top of me, and when I open my eyes I’m face to face with him, the weight of his body pressing into me as his eyes blaze into my own.

“If you close your eyes, I stop. You can’t hide from this, from me.”

I nod, keeping my eyes on his, as he takes one of my hands in his, pinning it beside my head so my wrist is exposed to him.

He looks between me and my arm before pressing his lips to mine.

“Hold still.”

I do as he says as he repositions himself, the tip of his knife digging into my wrist ever so slightly. Blood pools to the surface despite how shallow the cut is, and the bright red is a stark contrast against my ivory skin.

There’s something different about him doing this to me, and an unfamiliar wooziness threatens to sweep me away.

“There.”

It’s all he says before tossing the knife to the floor and bringing his lips to my wrist, gently kissing where the bite of the knife was only moments before.

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