"You opinion on the biting doesn't change the fact that I will do as I please," he retorted. Leaning his shoulders back and down, he let the torn pieces of the shirt fall while he pulled off the rest. Shirtless now, he pressed back up against her. Jack ripped the sides of her underwear, tearing them from her and leaving her completely naked.
Wrapping his fingers in her hair once more, he flung her toward the table. Reaching behind him, he pulled out a scalpel from a hidden holster at the back of his pants. Shoving her down onto the kitchen table and the chairs out of the way, he gently slid the scalpel down her pale, blood smeared skin.
"I would have forced you to your knees, but I don't trust those teeth of yours." He mused. He was sure she would bite him, if he forced himself into her mouth. Leaning down over her, he kissed down her sternum. Once his lips hit her stomach, he pushed the scalpel into her skin, slitting her skin down to her pelvis and licking the blood up as he went.
His body wanted her as much as his hunger wanted her blood. His hardness pressed against her hips from behind his pants.