Blood leaked down my hands, spilling over my fingers and onto the floor. Pain licked at the wound. I held out the mirror piece to her, but instead of grabbing it, she leaned forward, smirking up at me before extending her tongue to lap at the bloody initial. Her initial. My loud groan echoed in the room. I tangled my hand in her hair, pulling her back to look at her smoldering face. The image of my blood staining her lips made my arousal unbearable.
