A dark smirk settled on Byron's lips. Placing himself between her heat, Byron trust all the way into her and paused. Her body tightened around him from her previous orgasms, a soft groan rumbled in his throat. The silvery glint of another knife could be seen as he removed the second one from his loose pants. The tumble of her dark hair and needy expression brought out the ripper desires in Byron.
Pulling out slowly, he ran the blade over the bare skin on her lower back. "You never did," he commented before thrusting into her again as his knife bit into her skin. Leaning down, he licked it off of her, savouring the high before resting the knife against her hip as his hands grabbed her waist. The position of the blade would cut her flesh every time he pulled her against him.