Page 119 of Ly to Me
The tips of her fingers pricked the tip of the knife as her relaxed gaze roamed over my chest. I dipped my chin down, giving her the go-ahead to continue while my heart hammered excitedly beneath my ribs.
When she still didn’t move, I wrapped my hand around hers. “Anything,” I repeated, bringing the metal to my chest where she kept looking—
Right above my heart.
She shifted her hips, trying to align herself with the head of my cock, being careful not to knick me. I reached down to cup her ass, and with a firm nod, she let me raise her. A sharp breath escaped her lips as I let her fall back down, and I reveled in thebreathy gasp as I filled her completely. My teeth dug into my bottom lip and I whimpered while resisting the urge to pound into her.
It wasn’t the knife over my heart stopping me—it was her. I wanted to let her have complete control. Being dominant was in my nature. Giving anyone control was new and strange.
But how could I ever take that power away from her when she used it so well?
Lyra being dominant was insanely fucking hot.
The tip of the knife dug in a little more with just enough pressure to draw a bead of blood. She stared down at the drop, watching it fall as her pussy clenched around me. “Tell me you’re mine forever,” she demanded.
My lips inched closer until they were hovering above hers, the tips of our noses colliding. Every move she made I could feel, and every breath she drew was from my own. “I’m yours forever, Lyra Roland.”
The knife pressed in a little harder, drawing more blood. She started to drag it over my skin in a rounded, upward motion, the burn doing nothing to ease how hard I wanted to fuck her. “I want you to stay real still while I do this, and if you’re good like you promised you’d be, I’ll let you fuck me senseless against the wall.”
My cock twitched inside her as my fingers dug into her ass. “What else will you let me do?”
She shifted her hips, making me groan. “Your chest moves too much when you talk, so stop talkin’.”
“Guess that means no deep breaths, then.”
“Correct, Mr. Roland.” The knife started slicing down, but I only knew that because I saw her hand moving that direction out of the corner of my eye. My full focus was set on her lips, the slight quirk in them as she worked while her pussy warmed my cock. “Doesn’t this hurt?”
“I like the pain. Makes me feel alive.” I tilted my head to the side. “Real glad you seem to like it, too.”
“And why is that?”
“Because the list of things I want to do to you is growing. And I’d really hate to hurt you in a way that caused actual pain instead of pleasure.” I twirled some of her damp hair around my finger as she brought the knife up, curving it around like she’d done on the other side. I smiled, finally realizing what she was carving into me.
“You like pain that much?”
“I wasn’t smilin’ from the pain, Ly.”
“Then what has you grinnin’ like an idiot?”
“You and the cute little heart you’re carving into me. I just can’t tell what you’re putting inside it.”
She shook her head and let out a soft giggle. “Why don’t you look?”
“I’d rather look at the faces you make while you cut into me. Makes me want to fuck you harder. Longer. Six ways to Sunday.”
Her cheeks flushed, the color creeping down her pretty little neck I wanted to squeeze my hand around. “I’m almost done, Car.”
“You know, you’re the only person who has ever called me that.” I caressed her cheek, dragging my thumb over the dip on her upper lip. “I love that you stuck to your guns and did it even when I told you not to.”
“You told me that already.”
“I’ve told you I love you already, too. Doesn’t mean I’m about to stop.”
She fought back a smile—the twitch on her lips all too-telling. “I didn’t plan on ever stopping. I’ll call you Car ’til the day I die, and you just have to live with it.”
“That’s fine with me, sweetheart. You’ll always be Ly to me.”
“And sweetheart,” she corrected, pulling the tip of the blade from my chest and running her fingers through the blood dotting my skin.
