Page 186 of Stone: The Precursor

A tear drips down her cheek. “I love you, Stefan.”

I catch the tear on my finger and bring it to my mouth, tasting the salty liquid. “Do it.”

She moves the knife slowly across my chest, pressing deep. The sharp steel edge separates my skin, severing blood vessels. The pain goes right to my cock. Her breathing comes faster. I recognize it. I revel in it. She’s turned on, aroused by the sight of my pain.

I look at my chest. A thick line of blood meanders down. Camryn touches it with a finger. When she brings it to her mouth and licks the crimson off her fingertip, I can’t control the urge. I push her down harder, and she digs her nails into my chest, crying out my name. Between the pricks of her fingernails, the cut and blood, I don’t know how long I’ll last.

When she brings the blade to her mouth and licks, sliding her tongue along the dangerous edge, I grip her hips. This time it’s me chantinghername. “Countess, what are you doing to me?”

“Anything I want. Remember. You’re mine, Stefan.”

She leans forward and cuts me again, another small incision, perfectly done. Her hands are steady, no more tremors. There is no doubt in her eyes. Soon, I will have three perfect lines. Blood travels down my tattooed body, red mixing with gray and black ink. Her hands slide through the slippery warmth, smearing it over my nipples, my abs. She licks and sucks, cleaning each small bud, pulling them between her teeth. Each bite has me lifting my hips, fucking her from beneath.

She rocks back and forth, riding me, grinding her wet pussy on me. My knife drops to the floor with a loud clatter when she reaches between us, rubbing her clit with her blood-stained hand. My blood.

“Stone, you taste so good.”

“Let me have some.”

Our mouths meet, and I taste myself on her lips. The flavor is sweet and delicious, but also salty and slightly metallic.It’s the taste of us. The taste of my future. And knowing that, I let go, offering her everything I have, my love and my life.