Page 185 of Stone: The Precursor

I continue, and she pulls on her nipple, tugging on the tip with one hand, while she fucks her clit with the other.

She holds my gaze, and I keep hers, wanting to see euphoria on her face. The way her face blushes, her pupils enlarge, her teeth embed in her bottom lip. When she calls my name, it soothes everything inside me. I’ll never get tired of hearing it.

I re-sheath the knife, wanting her safer this time. The way her eyes are glazed, she’s going to come again, and I want her to be able to fuck herself as hard as she needs while I watch her.

Before she can come down from her high, I pick up her hand and wrap it around the handle. “Push it in, baby.”

She pushes the handle back inside, holding the leather covering as she thrusts.

“Fuck, it feels amazing, even better than last time, Stone.” I cover her hand and we both push the handle inside again and again, faster and faster, over and over until she starts cursing, calling my name. “Harder, please. I wanted this so bad.”

“Did you?”

“Yes. I’ve been thinking about your cock since I woke up.”

“My cock is next, baby, but first, come. Come on my knife.”

She holds onto my shoulder and closes her eyes.

“Eyes on me, Camryn. Don’t you fucking look away from me. See how much I love you. How much you have my soul.”

She nods jerkily, my hand covering hers, both our fists soaked with her dripping arousal. The wet sounds echo in my office, mingled with her cries of pleasure. Her body locks, freezing in time. A beautiful portrait of ecstasy. I hold her close, smoothing my hand down her back, letting her luxuriate in the pleasure.

I pull the knife out slowly and hold it while she slumps on my body. I position her legs over my thighs, widening them. I don’t wait, sliding inside her. She groans and holds onto my neck. I let her adjust to my size as usual, taking care because she’s still getting used to my piercings.

“Good?”

She nods sweetly into my neck, kissing my pulse thundering under my skin.

She lifts her head and looks at me like she’s drunk, smiling, kissing my lips, before caging my jaw with her hands. “I love you.”

I wrap one arm around her waist and hold her close, needing to hear it again. “Tell me again.”

She whispers in my ear, “I love you, your cock, your mind. I love everything about you, Stefan Hayes. Now give me the knife. I want to suck your cock while you bleed.”

The look in her eyes sharpens, and I smile. I hand it to her, stifling the urge to fuck her and forget it, but she wants to, and I’m going to let her play tonight. She turns it in her palm before lifting it to her nose.

“It smells like me again. Does it taste like me? Hmmm.” She licks the handle. “Delicious. You want a taste?”

My hands tighten on her hips, and I hold myself as still as possible. This is her time. Her exploration.

She taps the handle on my lips, tapping the handle against my piercings. “Open your mouth. Tastes me.” She puts her hand near my lip and lifts an eyebrow. Watching me, as I open my mouth, she whispers. “Suck it.” The flavor of her pussy bursts on my tongue. I groan. “Do I taste good?”

“Yes.”

Then she slowly drags it from between my lips, trailing it down my chest and over my nipples, leaving a path of our saliva and her arousal behind. The same way I did with her.

“Do you trust me?”

“With everything that I am.”

Emotion flares in her eyes. She presses the knife to my chest above the tattoo I had made for her. I growl, feeling the pinch, the bite of the point into my skin.

“Harder. Deeper, Countess. Make me feel it, baby.”

She swallows, and I feel the tremble in her hand. I reach up and cover it with my own, soothing her nerves. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’d take a thousand cuts from you, remember that. Whether it’s your anger, your nails in my skin when I make you come or when you have my knife in your hand. I’ll take every cut. Every bit of blood I shed is yours.”