He spins me around in his arms, carefully wrenching the knife away from my hand. I'm still wearing the heels and yet I feel small next to him.
I swallow hard as my nipples press into his ribs. I can feel them going hard. I can feel every nerve inside my body reacting to him. To the hardness of his body.
His head suddenly descends to my chest, and I think he's going to touch my nipples with his mouth. And shamefully, I must admit… I'm expecting it.
But he doesn't take me in his mouth. I feel his lips just below my collarbone, and a sudden shiver runs through my system as I feel his tongue lick me there.
"Wha—"
"Healing the cut." He simply says as he lifts his head to my face again. "We're even. You cut my lips, I cut your chest a little." He says.
