I gasp and try to move, but he shakes his head at me not to. I can feel the very end of the sharp blade against my entrance, and I shiver in fear instead of the cold. “God, how good you’d look bleeding for me,” he says darkly, then gives me a chaste kiss before pulling the handle out, and then thrusting it back inside me again. “I’d fall on my fucking knees in front of you, just to get a single taste of you.”
