Novel & Cerita Lips On The Tip Of A Knife

I found the silver knife and held it against her lips. "I'm going to start here," I told her, and she made a noise of panic. This made me smile wider. I saw a hint of panic in her good eye, which was a mere slit and was slowly starting to swell as well. "I'll allow you to scream and beg for mercy, but you're going to get none," I said, playfully pressing the tip of my knife against her lower lip. She made a last effort to fight me by throwing a punch at my face, but it did nothing to me. I growled and tugged her lower lip out before starting to cut it. She screamed under me, but I didn't stop until it was gone entirely.

This position exposed her breasts to me further, making me want to take over where she left off. I stopped using the knife to tease her slit and raised it to my lips before I licked the handle clean, forcing her eyes to dilate with desire. As soon as it was clean enough, I threw the knife up in the air, catching it by the handle before I lowered it to her round breast. I flicked her nīpple with the sharp tip of the knife. Her eyes rolled back as she squirmed below me. “Careful, angel,” I growled in warning as I pressed the tip into the skin on the side of her boob.

My belly knotted when I read his moving lips. I picked up the knife beside my plate and raised it, waving it at him. His lips stretched into a sinister grin, and before I could make out what the pathetic thoughts in his head were, I felt his foot on my skin again. But worse, it wasn't on my thighs. It was right below my crotch. I let out a loud gasp, and the knife dropped from my hand, hitting the plate with a startling clatter that caused everyone's head to turn in my direction.

Instead of calling him, she crossed her arms and continued to watch from the side. Wonwoo gripped a double-edge blade with his dominant hand. With the handle pointing away from his body, he grasped the tip of the knife so the tip of his thumb is one side of the blade while the tips of his fingers, except the pinky, are on the side; thereby pinching it without pressing against the sharpened edge.

“What nonsense is that!” Hearing Sabrina’s words, Natasha jumped up in anger and pointed at her. Lincoln’s fingers were almost poking into Sabrina’s face. “You shameless woman! How can you be so brazen…” “Swoosh!” Out of nowhere, a knife appeared in Sebastian’s hand. It was a short and yet an incredibly sharp knife, but it glowed coolly in the light. It was clean and dry, without a single speck of blood on its blade. And yet Lincoln’s finger that was almost poked into Sabrina’s cheek fell to the ground soon after the swoosh of the knife was heard. Sebastian’s actions were incredibly fast. So fast that Lincoln did not even feel the pain even though his own index finger had been cut off.

Weylin mumbled before capturing her lower lip. Garaine eyes widened upon feeling a pair of lips on hers. Closing his eyes, Weylin's warm tongue licked her lower lip, cleaning the blood off. The soft muscle caressed the wound until he felt no more metallic taste from her lips. Weylin loosened his grip on her wrists. Taking advantage of the situation, Garaine pushed him, causing him to stumble. Before he could realize it, she took out her pocket knife, pointing at him. "You have this with you all along?!" Weylin exclaimed.

Her fingers traced the edges of a small, sharp knife she had placed on her desk. And in that dim light, her eyes gleamed with a manic intensity, filled with thoughts only she could understand. She lifted the knife, holding it to her lips like a secret, and whispered, "They won't see me coming. None of them will." The candle flame flickers again, nearly going out. And then the room was plunged into darkness.

I cried in pleasure as he kept finger fucking me through it all paying no heed to my messy moans. He spun me around so I was facing the table and he picked the butter knife on the table and brought it closer to my face as my eyes bulged. Would he kill me? He licks the blunt part of the knife and flattens it across my skin as the cold steel makes my skin tingle with his saliva.

"Have no fear. I will be ready when we next eat. With added strength, it will be easier to end your worthless life." His brows arch and he slowly draws his fingers to his lips and licks them clean. He lifts a long strip of meat from his plate and brings it toward the sharp side of my blade which is still embedded in the table. It cleanly cuts the meat. He looks at both pieces then gazes at me. "At least you know how to properly sharpen a blade." He pops both pieces of meat into his mouth.

Just the daring thought alone excites me, and I'm so glad he didn't bring a plastic knife prob instead brought of a real one. At this point, I can hear his calm breathing hitch up a bit. He's watching me while he uses the knife on me. Fuck; why is that hot? He drags the knife all over my body, tracing every curve and hollow. ... Then he reaches my stomach, I let out a shudder. "Ohhhh," I moan, jerking when he dips the tip of the knife into my belly button and shuddering while my belly does several flips as he twirls the tip of the knife in a round circle inside my belly button.