Page 86 of Behind the Scenes

She started to unbutton her shirt, and I wiggled out of my soaked panties, spreading my legs for her.

“There’s no taking it back after this. You’re mine just as much as I am yours,” I said, my fingers feeling a knife at my right. I quickly grabbed it and sat up. She met me at the end of the bed, her chest exposed to me.

I ran the knife in between her breasts like she had done to me not so long ago.

“Forever,” she breathed out as she wrapped her hand around mine, pushing the blade in deeper and letting out a stuttered sigh.

Blood pooled at the tip before running down the panel of her stomach.

I licked my lips at the sight.

“Let’s make it official then,” I said and dragged the blade down before I twisted it and dragged it right to create a not-so-perfect “L.”

Harley was breathing heavily, pleasure evident in her eyes as I licked the wound. Blood had started to fall, and I made sure to keep eye contact with Harley the entire time.

“My turn,” I whispered as I turned the knife on me, making a show of running the side across the skin on my chest, smearing her blood on myself.

“One minute.” One hand stopped me while the other reached for something to my left. I jerked when she placed it against my clit. With a few presses, a strong vibration started to run through me.

I let out a low groan.

“Stay still for me and don’t remove the vibrator until I say so.”

She took the knife from me and pushed me back onto the bed. I grabbed the vibrator, pushing it harder into my clit while I tried to stay still as a low warmth pooled in my belly.

Her hands pulled my strapless dress down, exposing my breasts to her. Her blood dripped all over me, staining my white dress—a perfect metaphor for the bloodbath it had taken for us to get here. To fall in love. To get married.

She rubbed the blood over my breasts and nipples before leaning down and pulling one into her mouth.

I cried out when her teeth dug into it. My cunt convulsed, sending an unexpected orgasm through me.

“That’s right, wife. Show me just how depraved you are. Come while I carve my name into you.”

She pulled away, her hand pushing me down against the bed to steady me.

The first slow slash of the knife between my breasts had my breath squeezing from my lungs. The second had heat coming back with a vengeance.

“Harley,” I moaned. “More, please.”

“My wife. You look so beautiful covered in my blood, writhing and begging for me to hurt you.”

Yes, I was begging. No, I didn’t care.

The last line of the “H” was the slowest and most satisfying yet. I moved the vibrator between my legs.

“It’s not deep enough,” she murmured. “Let’s go again?”

I nodded like a madwoman. The pain was intense and ricocheted off the confines of my body, but mixed with the intense pleasure of my oncoming orgasm, there was nothing sweeter.

“Fuck, Harley. My love. Mywife.”

She groaned as my orgasm washed over me.

“Say it again.”

“My wife,” I cried as the pleasure crested. Her lips took mine, and we met in a passionate, hungry kiss.

When she pulled away, she was covered in blood.

“I love you,” she said with a crazed smile.

“I love you,” I replied and lunged forward, sealing us in another earth-shattering kiss.

There was no denying it now. She was mine, and I was hers.

Forever.