Lips On The Tips Of A Knife Novelas e Histórias

she whispered, her voice filled with both fear and love. "I can't ask you to go through with this. We'll find another way, I promise." But Adrien gently shook his head, his gaze rigid. He retrieved a pocket knife from his pocket, its glint reflecting his unwavering determination. With a steady hand, he pressed the blade against his palm, allowing a shallow cut to form. Droplets of crimson blood welled up, cascading down his palm, poised to merge with Lisa's injured flesh.

I brought the knife to her lips. She watched herself in the blade’s reflection—eyes wide, terror and pleasure tangled so deeply she could no longer tell them apart. “Taste it,” I rumbled, letting the tip grazing the bow of her mouth, just enough that she felt the steel’s cool breath against her lips. “Taste yourself, Vesper. And be careful… I don’t want to cut that pretty tongue of yours.” She trembled so violently I thought she might shatter. Her tongue flicked out—shamed, obedient—and licked the blade clean. I watched her swallow, her throat working under the pressure of my gaze. The metal gleamed wet in the dim light.

Lucain said, spanking her ass a little as he moved to the other side, picking up a knife. “Nice try dude!”. Ava rolled her eyes causing Lucain to chuckled. “Knives are versatile weapons, Ava. They require precision and finesse. Hold it firmly, but don't grip it too tightly. You want to maintain control.” Lucian said, swinging the knife skillfully as Ava watch with amusement in her eyes. “I wanna do that too!”. She pout, causing Lucian to laugh. “The key is to strike swiftly and accurately. Aim for vital areas, like the throat or abdomen. But remember, ava, we only use these skills for self-defense, never for aggression”. Lucain said, as he positioned himself right behind her, the knife poise

But she tried her level best to plead to him. "Shhhhhh... I hate loud people." The very next moment he placed the tip of the knife on her lips. The cold metal sent shivers through her spine. Dragging it slowly towards her throat he made its way to the cleave section. Iris could feel her heart drumming loudly inside her ribcage. The knife rested on the middle of the bra she was wearing. With a small tug, the material was torn and her breasts were freed. Embarrassment engulfed her like anything. She hid her face on her shoulder. The trail of tears kept on disappearing in her hairline and Leonard couldn't shift his eyes from her round-shaped mass that was more like some tempting dish to him.

My breathing quickens more as I feel the moisture building between my legs. "Kitty, you are getting rather hot and flustered there and I am not even touching you. I wonder." Placing the knife down so I can see it he goes, a moment later he returns, a smile on his face, his hands playing with another knife. A moan escapes my mouth, it is beautiful. Red and black entwined leather handle, with perfect details. My head falls back.

His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. As I moved, Leon's length filling me completely, I was quick to reach my climax once again. My nails dug into his shoulders as waves of pleasure washed over me, my body quivering with the intensity of it. Leon's lips gently sucked on my neck, his arms wrapping tight around me as he held me close, forcing me to ride out my orgasm. As I let out a shaky breath, he rolled us over, still inside me. He wrapped my legs around him, pushing deeper, his lips lowering once again to mine. But as his lips met mine, I reached under the pillow, my fingers closing around the cold handle of a knife.

It was packed with all kinds of knives. Small paring blades with wicked curves. Longer serrated ones for sawing. Thin filleting knives that could split skin like paper. A heavy cleaver at the end, more for weight than precision. “What… what are you gonna do with those?”He asked. I pulled on the black nitrile gloves. “You Stupid piece of horse sh!t,” I said, almost conversationally. “You should know too well by now. Billie isn’t to be touched. Isn’t to be taken. Not by anyone other than us.”

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..

She, too, held out something. “What is it?” Stefanie picked up the slender object made out of some strange material. About the length and width of her finger with a clip on the end, it fit into the palm of her hand. “A knife you can hide practically anywhere. I thread it through my hair like an oriental stick. Squeeze the buttons on both sides at the bottom and the blade will eject from the top. But as Prescott said at Bunker Hill, ‘Don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes.’ Literally.”