Novel & Cerita Lips On The Tips Of A Knife

The alcohol made me lightheaded. The knife was heavy and every demon looked at me with wide eyes. "Some of these knives are laced with lilac. For safety reasons. I know which ones are laced with it, but you don't, do you, Dove?" Adrian asked me. I stared at the knife. "No, my King." I answered truthfully. I really didn't know any of this information. "Now come sit in my lap and put the knife against my throat." Adrian ordered me. I swallowed heavily, but turned to him and took two steps towards him while the tip of the knife sliced over the table, cutting the soft wood.

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 picks the butter knife on the table and brings 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.

he said, and he handed me a knife. "The most important thing to remember is that a knife is not just a weapon," Iskander said, his eyes boring into mine. "It's an extension of your arm, an extension of your will. You must be able to wield it with precision and control." I looked down at the knife in my hand, a cold, hard lump forming in my stomach. "I understand," I said, trying to sound confident. "Good," Iskander said. "Let's start with the basics. Grip the knife tightly, but not too tightly. It should feel like an extension of your hand."

“I’ve never seen a knife that thin before.” He gave her a dark look before looking at the knife again. “You wouldn’t,” wrapping the knife in the hankie and shoving it into his pocket. “It’s a demon's fang. A knife made from demon’s fangs.” He wrapped his arm around her when he saw the surprised look on her face. “They do it to themselves, bringing more of a death blow to their prey.” He looked around for a moment, “It proves the theory that there was a territory war. But who is fighting who?”

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 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.

“Today we learned the different cuts of vegetables and greens, do you know the chiffonade? It is to finely cut strips of leaves such as mint, basil or lettuce... The French and their words, but it's great, isn't it?” “So great,” he murmured soaping himself up. “Louis does that knife trick too before cutting something.” “Trick?” He looked at me confused for a moment before diving back under the water. "Yeah, you know, spinning the knife in the air like a drummer." "I haven't noticed me doing that, princess, but now I'll be more attentive." He opened the shower door and came out completely naked to get his towel. Naked and wet. My skin crawled as I remembered the last time we were sexually tog

Infront of me , on my lap , five throwing knives lay on the rough material being held in place by little rubber bands attached to the fabric . My eyes lit up when I seen the colour . They were turquoise. A big smile instantly appeared on my face as I admired the knives , that each one , slowly got smaller as my eyes ran across them . I touched the edge of the knife , getting a little paper cut . The knives were really sharp , and I could see symbol on the knives . It was an Ace symbol . It was small and simplistic but I really liked it.

With speed and precision of his own, Joseph reached up and slammed his hands together, snatching the knife out of thin air just as it sliced into his lower lip, damn near cutting it in half. The tang of blood burst over his tongue and immediately began to pour over his beard. His palms stung just slightly from the cuts now marring his skin, but the brief pain did nothing to stop the arch of a brow or the corner of his lip from tugging up in a crooked smile.

My nipples rapidly tighten into hard tingling points, and I fervently wished he would reach out to play with one of them just to relieve the aching a bit. Jack scooted to the edge of the bench until I was positioned right between his legs. Then snapped his hard thighs closed so I was unable to move back or forwards as he finally revealed the thing in his hand. It was a large sliver flip blade pocketknife and with one smooth motion, he flipped it open. He kept his eyes glued on my face watching it closely for signs of pain. I sucked in a breath, as a sense of panic began to rise as I watch him check the sharpness of the blade before leaning forward and laying it flat on my thigh.

His lips were insistent, commanding, and when his tongue plunged into my mouth, it stole my breath away, claiming me with an intensity that made me feel as though I were suffocating under the weight of him. The kiss deepened, growing more aggressive as he tilted my head back to take full control. My fingers trembled as I reached for the bedside table, inching toward the pocketknife I knew was there. I needed to focus—needed to stay grounded despite the overwhelming sensation of his lips consuming mine. My fingers finally closed around the cool metal of the knife. I gripped it tightly and quickly slid it into the folds of my clothes, careful not to alert him.