There’s a small twinge of pain on the underside of my chin that pulls me out of my thoughts and without taking my eyes off her, I bring my hand up to rub where she nicked me. Forbidden heat travels up my spine at the memory of her licking my blood off her blade. The throaty groan she thinks I didn’t hear. I don’t know how I resisted the urge to slam her against the wall and taste myself on her tongue. Bite her lips and taste her blood in turn.
