Lips On The Tips Of A Knife Novels & Stories

Something warm and sticky covered her hands. She looked down. Blood. Her fingers were covered in deep crimson. And in her right hand was a heavy eight-inch chef's knife. Her fingers were taped and wrapped tightly around the handle. The blade was dripping with blood. Luna stared at it. “No…” Her voice broke. “No, no, no…” Her eyes moved across the floor. Two feet away from her was Marcus. He lay on his back, his shirt soaked with blood. Two deep stab wounds marked his chest. His eyes were half-open.

"Just don't look. Close your eyes and imagine beautiful things. Don't think about the knife, just play with your imagination." I did what he advised. I closed my eyes but all I could think of was the knife that would strike my heart anytime now. My chest was thumping so loud; I wasn't ready for this. I would never be ready for this. I held my breath, waiting for the blade to plunge into my body but what I felt was his soft lips touching mine. My nerves tingled as electricity travelled through my skin.

I came to stand right beside him and felt that familiar pull, but quickly brushed it aside as I looked down at what he was busy with, “Do you know how to use one of these?” He said gesturing at a sharp knife, raising an eyebrow at him I smiled as I smirked, “I think I can manage,” I said as I went to take the knife from his hand, his fingers brushed up against mine and I gasped as sparks go right through my body, swallowing hard I quickly let go of the knife as I looked up at him, my mouth slightly open with heavy breathing as I just stared into his eyes.

"Maybe this would help you learn how to answer when you're being asked, Luna." Shin picked up a machete from the table beside him. He let his tongue lick it from the edge to its whole length before he positioned it above Nero's left arm, precisely in his wrist. Without taking a second to ask me again, he sliced Nero's arm like it was a piece of cake. Nero bit his lower lip in an attempt to hold back the pain from it as his blood continuously dripped from the slashed part of his arm. The corner of his eyes turned slightly red, and it was the same case for his forehead, which kind of looked like it would randomly explode.

He didn’t respond, just stared, his lips parting in some kind of dazed surrender. And then he leaned in, lips brushing against mine, the contact so brief, it was almost a whisper. But in the same instant, my grip on the knife tightened, the blade biting deeper into his skin. Warm, slick blood coated my fingers, forcing me to jerk back. The heat, the scent—it was too intimate, too close.

He lifts my chin and forces me to look at him for a long time, convincing me that he would never want to do anything to ruin my trust or love. I stretch my arms slightly, which causes intense pain to go down my back as they have been hold in the same position behind my back for so long. But when the knife gently touches my skin, my entire focus is on the cold steel. I look at it while it lifts up a nipple, with the nipple clamp on the blade. Holding my breath I can see the nipple growing even harder as a response. He reaches forward to lick the nipple, and then blows on it. Then the knife moves down over my belly and reaches my cunt. I stare at the knife with open mouth as he, sitting betwee

I said with a funny expression, and we both laughed at the situation. He suddenly snatched my hand and handed me a pocket knife! I was shocked. The surprise on my face got deeper as I looked down at the knife that came with a pocket and looked at his face. “Hubby!” I said with a sweet smile, and he laughed. “I see it strikes your likeness! Open it and see!” He urged me, and I enthusiastically opened the knife and brought it out. I was shocked at how beautifully the knife was carved. It was a special type of silver knife that had the first side looking so smooth, like a sword, and the second side like a rough wave of the sea.

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.

I kiss her thigh, gently at first, savoring the feel of her skin against my lips. Reaching to the side, I grab the knife I brought with me, slowly slipping the sleeve from it. My heart races as I hover it over her body, letting the knife’s tip graze the space between her breasts. A soft flick, and the delicate fabric of her bralet begins to tear, the sound barely audible. Her breasts spill free, and I can’t help but lean down to take her nipple into my mouth, my tongue teasing the sensitive skin.

Boris said amused “We really will have to be on our guard now” “What did you want the swab kit for” asked Lacy “There was some blood on Octaves knife, I will get this to the lab and see what it tells us. First lesson Ladies, If your going to carry and use a knife, make sure it’s an plain knife with no engravings. . . they are easier to clean.” Boris said “Ok” Shimel said with a smile” Plain knife, got it. Is anyone still hungry, we were in the middle of our lunch.”