Lips On The Tips Of A Knife Novels & Stories

“Close.” I followed his orders and felt a weird cold metal inside of it. It was the knife. “If you drop the knife, while I eat you out, I’m not letting you come,” he warned as if he hadn’t made me come a few times already tonight. But I just nodded and submitted. In the next second, his tongue found itself on top of my clit, and he flicked it. I shuddered and squeezed the knife in my mouth. I felt the sharp edges of the blade and the coldness it emitted.

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).

And as she left to get what I requested, My hand shot out, fingers wrapped around the handle of the knife. Bringing it up to my view, the handle still had leftover warmth, perhaps from Vivian. But the blade was cold. My lips curled into a smile, just the way I like it. My eyes caught my reflection on the knife—hazel eyes painted with something darker— It’s perfect.

I take the knife and work my way down to her fucking skirt, slicing it clean off as I press the dull edge of the blade against her hip bone. Again, she gasps but starts to moan when I slide the sharp edge of the fucking blade under the thin band of her silky thong. I look at her and see her fucking watching the knife as I drag it along her skin before slicing her panties in half and off so she's finally fucking naked. I pepper kisses along the inside of her thighs as she trembles and begs me. I maneuver in between her fucking long, sexy legs and spread them wide, giving myself a beautiful view of her soaked pussy, glistening in the fucking light. I lick my lips and lower my mouth to her puss

Seeing that the sharp tip was about to sink into her body, the man who had been motionless finally raised his hand. The empty hand pressed the handle of the knife, and the tip of the knife made of nanomaterials automatically retracted and deformed it was still a knife, but it became a short knife with a little width Su Nian laughed like a successful little fox, and opened his mouth to make a mouth shape: "I don't want to die?" The man's eyes finally fell on her exactly, and his brows were furrowed, as if to say-don't stay here if you die, or else-don't get my knife dirty. It wouldn't mean anything good anyway.

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!

Guiding my grip on the knife handle with a gentleness that makes my breath hitch. "Show me," he murmurs against my neck. His chest is solid against my back, his other hand still resting on my hip. "Properly." I can barely think with him this close, but I manage to press the flat of the knife down. The papery skin splits with a satisfying crack, releasing that sharp, earthy scent. "That’s violent," he observes. "I call it efficient." I turn my head just enough to see him, and suddenly his mouth is right there. So close I can feel his breath on my lips. "Do you have a problem with efficiency?"

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.

I added. As I was speaking, Alpha Felix took up a large, ornamental knife from the wooden platform. It had a wickedly sharp blade, which glinted in the sparkling light flowing between us. It flashed like a blaze of fire, and I felt honour and glory radiate through me at the sight of it. Its handle was curved, with delicate carvings of wolves, mountains, and the sea worked into it. “And so it shall be,” murmured Luna Carla. Then, Alpha Felix stepped forwards.

It’s time to get this over with. “I think you know,” I whispered, my voice laced with cold determination, as I retrieved a gleaming knife from the depths of my pocket “I think you should watch this next part don’t want you to miss any of the good bits,” I smile menacingly gripping his quivering head firmly, as I peel back his eyelids and slice them off as he screams in pain blood dripping down his face. First the right and then the left.