Book Of SMUTT

Blood/ biting

His hand holds both my wrists above my head. The other grabs my face as he turns my head pressing his nose to my neck and takes a deep breath. The sound that comes from his throat makes me freeze in fear. His breath hot on my skin as he whispers my name like a prayer on his tongue. "Your mine,little sparrow and only mine." He kisses softly down my neck to my collar bone. I lean into him as he does. His knee finds its way between my legs and I bite back a moan. "Do you understand? Mine." His lips brush back up to  my neck and the hand that was holding my chin moves to cover my mouth as he digs his teeth into the sensitive skin of my neck. Even covered I'm sure my explicit moans can be heard down from the hall. I start to catch my breath and he tightens his grip and begins to really leave his mark. Waves of pleasure wash over me, an eternity of heaven passes and I feel the skin beneath his teeth break, the tension, the pressure, it all shatters, the splintered pieces of my resolve must have hit him hard because he removes his hand from my mouth. I hadn't even realized I was moaning louder. Something about him is different now, his free hand ventures down to my chest. He slowly moves his knee as well and I can't stop myself anymore, I'm a whimpering moaning mess all of it is so overstimulating I can't think. He finally let's go and kisses me with blood stained lips, the coppery taste sends electricity down my spine and I kiss back harder. "Oh feisty aren't we?" He pulls back and wipes the extra blood from my neck. "Maybe you should remember that feisty nature next time that bastard so much as looks at you. But maybe this" he presses a little harder against the mark and I cry out in pain "will keep crows dirty little paws off of you." He let's go of my wrists too and I wonder what he had in mind now.