He’s rocking against me, lost to the lust, and it’s almost enough of a distraction for me to unarm him but I fail. His eyes snap open and he fights me, resulting in a little nick to my throat. I can feel the sting, but it’s harmless. I’ve been slashed plenty of times, and this is basically a paper cut in comparison. Bunky's eyes widen as he watches the warm blood dribble from the small cut. “Shit. Didn’t mean to do that. Here, lemme make it better.” I don’t understand what he means until he leans forward with lightning speed and licks one solid stripe up my neck. Fuck, yes!
