Novel & Cerita Him Razorblade Romance

I agreed, of course, and that night discovered that Beth loved giving head. She hated my hairy area below, and after giving me a long, amazing blowjob, as we laid in bed naked and she was scratching my pubic hairs, she asked if she could shave it off. About 45 minutes later, she was sucking my bald dick again. I gladly returned the favor to her. We did this a couple times a week for about 2 weeks, then her fiance went on vacation with his family for two weeks to Europe, and the night he left was the first night we had sex. We never looked back and we had a lot of sex for about 4-6 weeks before she said she had to stop, it was too hard and too confusing being romantically involved with two gu

But since then, he has been on top of my sure we looked after playtime. By playtime, I mean sex. It must look like Razor is having his way with me to my fiancé, but he hasn’t touched me sexually yet. Razor’s interests lie with women only. “This blonde girl on your skin looks awfully like the little pixie hanging around your friends.” I headbutt him for even talking about Carley. He laughs, running out of his nose, and leans away from me. He uses the rag in his hands, for the blood is pouring out of his nose.

VIOLET POV It feels so strange, the sensation of the blade against my skin. Long strokes, then short ones, his fingers spreading me open to run the razor between my lips. I trust him so much that it’s easy to relax. I stare in fascination, not fear. Watching him, watching the way he’s so careful and precise, watching the smile on his face as he shaves me bald and makes me so tender. I flinch as the razor dips between my ass cheeks, and then I giggle for being so silly.

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We got to Rhodes Hall, but they were already gone, & had left more rogues for us to kill. Razor didn't care though. He was seeing red & would kill everything in his path to get to our mate. He picked up her scent easily enough & killed every rogue that stood in his path as he followed it. It took us deep into the forest, just outside the territory lines before we saw her. She was unconscious in the arms of a muscular bald man. We were still fighting off rogues, but I saw him slap a petite strawberry blonde woman.

He barely looks at me and just shoves my knife in my hand. Following the Paean is difficult when my eyes cannot be taken off of Ryleigh’s curvy form. Knowing she is naked under her robe is like red for a bull, I can feel my blood rising, which is why I miss the command to cut my hand. Scrambling, I cut too deep, making my palm bloody; I drop the knife when handing it back to my sponsor. Not able to focus on anything, I throw my hand in the fire. Expecting heat, I feel a warm embrace that instantly calms me. That or the image of a beautiful red wolf I see in the flames. As I knew would happen looking at Ryeleigh, I see the twin of my mate in a red wolf where Ryeleigh stood seconds ago.

Trigger warning: self-harm When the elevator doors dinged open on the ground floor, Holly headed straight to the restrooms, relieved to find them empty. She dashed for the last cubicle, slammed the door shut, and pulled a fresh razor blade from the pack in her bag. She sat there awhile, listening to the deafening silence as she contemplated her choices and tried to resist her demons. But after her chaotic morning, the maddening urge proved to be much bigger than her. So, like the addict she was, she gave in, relishing the intense sensation of pure agony and pleasure flowing through her body as she slashed the delicate skin on her tummy over and over, stopping only when the door banged shut,

Razor-fucking-sharp. I hold it up. The overhead light kisses the blade. Silas grits his teeth, that one eye tracking every motion. Like that'll help. I slice through his shirt. Clean. Straight down the middle. It parts like tissue paper. Then I press the blade to his bare chest. "This is for her." I start carving. Not deep. Just enough to mark him. The tip drags through his skin. Slow. Precise. I cut the A first. Silas grinds his molars so hard, I hear one crack.

He turns to the second Romie and mumbles something. I watch in horror as the second Romie pulls out an angel blade and plunges it into the first one. The first Romie disappears into a cloud of smoke. "NO! Not Romie! Not again!" I slide down the barrier flat on my ass. Energy depleted. My left shoulder leans up against the barrier. I lean my head against its cool surface too. Second Romie mimics my position only he's on his right shoulder facing me. His little hand lays flat against the surface. Using strength and energy I don't have; I touch my much bigger hand to his.

Each stroke was deliberate, a meticulous dance between the sharp steel and the contours of his face. As the minutes ticked by, Henry's mind wandered back to Yennifer. He remembered the nights they had spent together, their bodies entwined in passion. He recalled the laughter they had shared, the stolen moments of tenderness that had filled their days. And yet, amidst it all, there had always been a sense of uncertainty, a lingering doubt that gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. With the final stroke of the razor, Henry removed the last remnants of his beard, revealing a face that bore the scars of his struggles. As he rinsed his face and patted it dry with a plush towel, he looked into