Page 72 of Christmas With The Kings
I exhaled through my nose, slow and deliberate. “Unbelievable,” I muttered, letting the faux disappointment bleed through as I looked down at her.
A sharptskcut the space between us as I bent closer. “Up. Now.” My voice dropped, low and rough. “You’ve got three seconds before I change my mind and drag your ass home, and I don’t mean the cottage either. And if that happens, you’ll be sleeping alone for a month. Do I make myself clear?”
For a second, she didn’t move. She lay there, trembling, breath catching on another sob. “No, please,” she cried, pushing up on her elbows. Her hand shook, but she obeyed, dragging herself back into position with a quiet, shaky exhale that carried the faintest trace of a whimper.
The sight hit me low, a visceral punch I didn’t bother hiding. Even like this, all messy, undone, and fighting to hold her composure, she was stunning. Maybe more so.
When she finally shifted her tits to the jacket, her breathing was still uneven, lashes damp, mouth parted. “I’m sorry. I’m focused again.”
I let the silence stretch long enough for her to feel the weight of it. Then, with a rough edge to my tone, I said, “Good. Now stay there and don’t move. Eyes on me, whore.”
I leaned down until my face hovered beside hers. She lifted her head enough for our eyes to lock. Her lashes fluttered, but she didn’t look away. For a moment, everything else disappeared. There was only that thin thread of heat between us, stretching tighter with every shallow breath she took.
She lifted her head enough for our eyes to lock. The clouds parted, and moonlight caught her face. Fuck, she was breathtaking. Her breath was picking up speed, completely uneven.
The sounds were ragged, half-hitched, like she couldn’t decide whether to breathe or beg. I could feel her shiver when my breath brushed her cheek, the smallest sound escaping her throat, and I stayed there a moment longer.
“These two cuts don’t count,” I hissed, flipping my blade, and running the jagged edge up her outer thigh.
When I got to the place where her panties were knotted at the side of her hip, I slipped the blade under the fabric. With one deft motion and flick of my wrist, I cut through the cloth. It broke free as I threw my head back and yelled into the night. Her pupils blew wide; her lips trembled.
Before she could react, I moved and cut the other side and then pulled the now ruined mess of her red panties off. The little bullet fell to the ground. I twirled the fabric in my hands for a second before bringing it up and inhaling her scent.
It was my turn for a full body shudder.Fuck. She smelled good.My breathing kicked up, and my muscles tensed. Adrenaline coursed through me like a raging river after a storm. I was torn between shoving them back in my face or continuing on this path so I could fuck her. I shook my head and refocused, letting them drift to the ground.
“Three cuts, on this sexy body. I choose the location. And I don’t want to hear a single sound come from your mouth. Nod if you understand?”
Her brows drew together. “No sounds at all?” she asked.
“You’re not listening very well this evening, are you? What to do with you? I guess, I could take you home.”
She frantically shook her head; her mouth opened and closed several times as she fought the urge to speak. Finally, she scrunched her eyes closed, and fumbled around on the coat.
What the fuck was she looking for?
I nearly doubled over when she bunched what was left of her panties and shoved them in her mouth. Then she lowered her face to the jacket and held perfectly still. My cock jerked violently inside my pants.
“So fucking dirty,” I groaned as her eyes fluttered closed, and her mouth moved in small sucking motions.
Her toes curled in bliss at the praise. With a deep breath and the will of a thousand warriors, I turned my gaze away. The jagged spine of the blade once more danced across her skin, this time along her spine. The pressure I was using wouldn’t cut. It only caused a sweet tingle as it lightly ran down her skin.
Back up I went, careful to keep my eyes on the knife, fully engaged with this next portion. The goal was small, shallow cuts that wouldn’t scar or cause permanent damage. I moved the knife skilfully over to her shoulder and down her left arm. Stopping at the forearm area, I placed the first cut.
The blade was sharp enough to slice through her delicate skin within seconds. A drop of red formed, and my eyes zeroed in on it, as did hers. Leaning down, I took the flesh into my mouth and sucked. The taste of copper exploded on my tongue.
Further down I went, taking her hand in mine, I sliced a tiny portion on the pad of her pointer finger. Once more I treated myself to the taste of her blood, sucking on her finger.
“You’re doing so well. One more. Can you do it?” I teased.
Her chest heaved, nostrils flaring as she drew in a deep breath. Looked like my little love was fully committed to the game. Not a sound emanated from her, but her body shook like mad. I trailed my fingers up her thigh and touched between her legs, testing her.
She scrunched her eyes closed and sucked harder on the fabric.
Fuck, when the guys hear about this…
I threaded my fingers through her hair and brought the knife up to her face. She doubled the motion, cheeks working overtime. I placed the final nick on her earlobe, knowing it would bleed a lot with the tiniest cut.
Something in me snapped, and I went feral, taking the dripping piece of flesh into my mouth and flicking my tongue across it. My eyes fluttered closed as a deep guttural groan erupted. I damn near came in my own fucking pants at the frantic movements of her little mouth.
