Novel & Cerita Lips On The Tip Of A Knife

And of course, it made creepy sound in the quiet room. "What do you want? What exactly do you want? Do you have to torture my husband this way?" Immediately Eve cried out in provocation. I haven't even started touching them and she burst out so fast. That's good. I smirked using the small knife to pull her face up, she stare into my eyes with her furious eyes. Who cares? Can they kill a snake? "Your husband will have a taste of his own medicine." just after I finished my statement, I used the scissors in my left hand to pierce into Notman's skin(arm).

I bite my lip as I look back to Valdus as he grabs the knife. His lips are moving but I don't hear any sounds coming out. He raises my hand even more and he looks to his wolves. I don't. T stare at the blade and see it shine with the sun light beaming into it. He makes a slash on his hand and I stare at the blood. He then moved the blade onto my palm and I knew he asked me something but I only nodded since I can't hear him. He presses the knife closer onto my palm, and then pulls towards himself.

Lily's P.O.V Vincenzo?” I couldn't get my eyes off him. My heartbeat which had been thudding harshly earlier because of panic seemed to now be in a beating turmoil at the sight of him. He gently slides his hands off my mouth, brushing his hands on my lips in the process. His eyes were not leaving mine as he pulled the knife away from my now weak grip and threw it over to wherever it landed at. His gaze devoured my body in an attempt to make sure I was okay. I just knew it: he wasn't staring at me this time with his usual stare filled with ‘lust.’

"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.

Her breasts were full, more than a handful that would spill over in my hand, but her nipples were high and proud and I moved the tip of the knife to the rosy bumps, down her flat belly, and pressed it at the edge of her cli “You will apologize,” I told her again, letting my voice drop to a low octave that had grown men pissing on themselves. “Now I could see how she wanted to defy me, but I was the one holding a knife to a very vulnerable part of her body right now, and she didn’t know what I would d

A cold, gleaming blade, just sitting there in his hand. I suddenly freeze. For a moment, I can’t breathe. Everything around me seems to be a blur, all except for that knife flickering over it in the dim light and making it flash in and out of the shadows. I begin to wonder if he knows. Could he somehow have an idea where I’ve been and with whom? Mad’s kiss left the taste of smoke and alcohol on my lips. A part of me wants to wipe it off but I dare not make any move.

His words and his actions snatched the living life out of her body until she felt him to delicately wipe the tip of the knife over her lower lip which made her swallow hard. And then him to trailed the knife from her lips to her jaw and then to her exposed neck and finally stopped at the string of her bra which was attached to her shoulder and her eyes got bewildered when he cutted that string with the knife which made the string to hang and her breast to get almost uncovered which was hiding just because her body was pressing against his..

Nobody's gonna know anyway. However, in an unfortunate twist of event, that's just when this dude started to laugh sarcastically and quickly grabbed my hand. At first, I really thought he'd throw my dagger away and I was damn ready to twist his arms before he did. But shits really got real when he just licked my fucking knife as if it was some sort of a lollipop! My eyes widened upon seeing some blood dripped from his lips, especially when all this time he was gripping into my hands tightly to stop me from taking those blades away from his tongue!

The fear in their eyes always sends a indefinable thrill through him. "I have better idea," he chriped and raised the knife. He slipped the weapon past his parted lips, forcing him to widen his mouth. Walter was horror-struck. Sweat trickled down his temple. He trembled as the sharp edge of knife scraped against the tongue and roof of his mouth. "I might have let you off with an easy death if you had come after me," he sounded vicious as he rotated the knife inside his open mouth. The blade tore his lips. Blood spilled.

Her eyes flick down, curious, suspicious. “What are you—” I press the handle of the knife against her lips, cutting her words off. “Open.” She glares but parts her lips, letting me slide the smooth handle between them. I push just far enough for her to taste everything. Her tongue flicks against it, and I nearly groan at the sight. “That’s how far you’ll go to prove you won’t break, huh? You’ll take anything I give you?” She glares, muffled words spilling against the handle, but I yank it out before she can speak.