“No, rabbit. If you want me—all of me—this is part of it.” I leaned in closer to him, carefully drawing the knife between us as I did. I trailed the tip of it along my collarbone, wincingslightly at the sting of the metal playing against my flesh. It sent little droplets of blood across London’s chest. Just the sight of red on his perfect skin made me groan, and I leaned down with the blade still pressed to my heart and kissed him.
I could tell the second the knife bit into his skin because he gasped into my mouth, but his hands still weren’t pushing me away. He scrambled beneath me, pulling me closer, tugging on my hair and yanking me to him until I felt the blade bite into both of us from the pressure.
I couldn’t help myself—I dragged it downward, trying to keep it light enough that we wouldn’t need stitches, shallow enough that he wouldn’t faint halfway through me fucking him because I’d cut too deep. Fuck, though, it was his skin and mine—a wound we shared together now, right over hearts that had been broken because fate was a fucked-up bitch who’d always put us together at the wrong time.
When I finally broke the kiss and looked at London, with tears in his eyes and blood slicking along his chest from the shallow cut, I couldn’t stop myself.
I tossed the knife onto the bedside table and sat back for just a second to admire what I’d done—the line on his chest matched mine perfectly, and as I hovered over him, little droplets of blood slid down my stomach and hips to pool at the juncture of his thighs. My fingers smeared through it, streaking it over the spill of his collarbone, up along his neck, to paint his jawline and his blond hair.
“Look at that—yours and mine. It’s like we’re one person all mixed together now. We belong to each other, rabbit. It’s always been you and me in every life, one way or another.” I wiped my bloody thumb through the tears streaking down his cheeks and brought the digit up to paint my lips.
Copper and salt—blood and tears. Everything that made up London.
Everything I was so sure I couldn’t live without now that I’d had it.
I dropped my blood-slicked fingers to his cock and took hold of him without warning, and his back arched off the bed when I stroked up in a slow line, painting his shaft crimson.
London’s eyes were wide, almost luminous in the darkness of the room, as he lifted his hands and trailed them along his blood-streaked cheeks, through his hair. They dropped to his chest, and he whined. He ran his fingers through the cut and smeared the red across his skin, and I growled.
And when he lifted his hand and pressed it to my chest, leaving a faint red print of his outspread fingers, I completely lost it.
I dropped between his legs, shoving them open without warning, and buried my face against his ass. I was going to die if I didn’t taste him—I needed to fuck him open with my tongue, needed to feel it when he came around me. His cock was already so hard in my hand that I knew it wouldn’t take long.
London squirmed above me, and my fingers digging into his hip hard enough to leave bruises was probably the only thing that kept him still as I worked my tongue against his hole, circling the rim in perfect time with the way I worked my wrist against his cock. It was too natural to drive him crazy like this—addictive and all new. I’d neverhadthis with Nikki.
I’d never done this with Nikki. He’d always done thisto me.
Now it was London and the beautiful little punched-out noises he made when I stiffened my tongue and worked the tip into his entrance with a low growl that sent his back shooting off the bed.
When my hand came down hard, slapping against his thigh, he let out a startled little cry that broke off on a moan. I forced his legs up, exposing his ass and giving me perfect access, so this time the crack of the smack came down on one of his cheeks.
“Otto, oh,fuck.” His fingers clenched on the sheets, and his hole gave my tongue a little squeeze, like he was warning me thatif I really wanted to, I could probably make him come just from this alone.
As tempting as it was, I knew I needed more. I needed him to completely fall apart. That didn’t stop me from taking a break from licking and lapping at him to turn my head and bite—the red marks my teeth left on his thigh were tantalizing, and his cock in my hand gave a little pulse.
“Fuck, I could make you come like this… hurting you. Making you bleed. Marking you up.” I spilled forward again, licking another stripe along his hole before fastening my mouth against his entrance. I wanted to feel it—Ineededit.
And London didn’t disappoint. His breath came faster, his cock in my hand swelled. The little litany of him crying out my name over and over again in an attempted warning that he was close was ignored. I speared my tongue inside him, and groaned when his body tightened and his muscles clenched as he cried out above me.
He started to pulse in my hand, and the heat of his orgasm spilled over my fingers, landing wetly on his stomach and chest. I stroked him greedily, my mouth hungry as I tongue fucked him through the waves. I pulled back, sucking another angry red mark against his ass as I did, and surveyed what I’d done.
He lookeddebauched.Blood and cum painted his stomach, and his hole had the slightest little gape. He was slicked with saliva, dripping and drenched… and all along his thighs and ass were little marks of red from my teeth and hands.
I could have lived in the way he looked, the way his blue eyes were almost all pupil as he glanced up at me through his thick lashes. Just the sight of me staring and the feel of me stroking gently along those marks made his cock twitch and spill another little burst of cum against his stomach. I leaned down one more time to run my tongue along his worked hole, shuddering in satisfaction when he tried to squirm away from me.
Sensitive—so sensitive.
His body was shivering, and he was trying to draw in enough breath to whisper some kind of praise or thanks, but I turned my head and bit his thigh again, hard enough this time that I tasted blood on my tongue. The cry that tore from his chest was a beautiful melody of pain andwant, and I rose on my knees before he had a chance to catch his breath and carefully ran my fingers through the mess of cum and blood on his chest.
“You’re so dirty for me, rabbit. All messed up, with your heart beating so loud I think I can taste it on the back of my tongue. You look like you’re all fucked out.” I slid my fingers through the mess one more time, gathering up enough on my digits that I could completely soak my hand in that sinful mixture. “But we’re not finished yet.”
“W-what? Otto, I—mmfh.” Whatever he was going to say broke off in a little whining cry as I dropped my fingers between his legs and thrust one digit into his already spit-slicked hole. I was sure there were better ways to do this—sweeter ways. I was sure there would be a time when I’d take him apart piece by piece, fuck him open slowly and steadily until he was a shivering, shaking mess who was begging me to come.
This wasn’t one of those times, and the low groan as I worked my blood and cum drenched finger inside him for a few strokes before adding a second told me he didn’t mind. It left me room to trail my tongue along the curve of his hip, to drag the tip across the filthy line of his chest before rising up so I could press my lips to his. I wanted him to taste himself and all the ways I was going to wreck him.
I wanted to drink down the sound of his cries when I shifted my wrist, gathering up more of the mess on his stomach so I could fuck it into him harder, faster, twisting to peg his prostate until I could feel him trembling beneath me.
“Otto, I can’t, I… oh, please.” He moaned against my mouth, and I rewarded him with a sharp bite to his lip before dropping to his throat to set my teeth carefully against the curve of his shoulder. When I bit down hard enough to leave a mark, he nearly came up off the bed again, and I felt his ass clench around me in warning. It made me pause.
