Eddie Munson lives on....

🔥Starvation (hunger pt two)🔥

Alright, here is the real smut.
Warning:Mature content, blood k!nk, knife k!nk, blood in general, violence. I do not mean to romanticise rape, but I believe this is mostly consensual. Please remember I do not mean to trigger or upset any readers. Pls refrain from reading if under 15.
(I apologise for the scene I included when this was first published, and also for making readers uncomfortable. I have taken it out, and take full responsibility for it giving discomfort.)

The man's strong fingers dug into Quinn's thighs, and his teeth sunk into the soft flesh of her neck. Pain erupted in her, prodding against her consciousness, and she whimpered as he sucked and licked and groaned against her pulsing veins. Her taste was such a shock to Eddie that he almost lost his grip on the woman, but he had righted himself and continued to feed and drink her hot humanity. His whole body was on fire, and his cock was straining desperately against the denim of his jeans. Remembering of his promise to try to please her as much as she pleased him, Eddie started to touch her core, stroking her clit, exploring all her nerves.

At his touch, Quinn realised that, underneath the almost unbearable pain, was deep sinful pleasure, and from his current actions it grew in its intensity. Gasping and whimpering, she lifted her hips to his rough fingers, her walls clenching against nothing. But her hips refused to rise, a tight stillness had taken hold of her entire body as he devoured her. Despite being disappointed from the kind of devoured she had received, Quinn now was completely content as pleasure clogged all her thoughts. No worry from the fact she couldn't move her own body was in her thoughts, but somehow Eddie knew that he was the reason she couldn't move. Maybe some kind of venom? He was in such state of bliss that incoherent thoughts were hard, but he still became slightly worried. But he still kept his crimson mouth on her bloody neck, making sure he only fed in small amounts of blood at a time, in case she began to pass out, so he could quickly stop.

He lifted his head and detached his teeth, but began to lick and kiss the excess blood.

The pleasure that had a hold Quinn increased more as he began to do this, and it dragged a ragged moan out of her. Something that sent Eddie over the edge, and he began to trace the blade of the knife across her clothed chest as he stood up once more.

"God my pretty one," he teeth were stained slightly red, and a ribbon of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. "I wanted to take my time with you, but your sexy little noises are making that quite hard." He began to drag the cold knife across the crumbled hem of her shirt, which had risen up to her bra. It created lines of white across her ribs, and she watched it with wide eyes. She liked it, she realised.

"Pun intended." He growled as he moved to tower over her pined body, and ripped her shirt of her body, his long hair tickling her collarbones. He grabbed her jaw, and Quinn couldn't help gasping as she tasted her own blood as he stroked her tongue with his. As they kissed with a new amount of hunger, tongues, teeth, blood, breath, she felt him reach around to unclasp her bra, and press the flat side of the cold knife against her nipples.

With that, he began to kiss down her neck, kissing the still beading blood of his first taste, and reached her nipples. Eddie forced Quinn to lock eyes with him, and then ran his tongue across the sharp edge, blood pooling from the new cut. He moved the knife back up to her neck, and licked across her nipples, and Quinn watched the way his blood spread across her breasts, a darker red then she has ever seen.

Eddie noticed the way she pressed her thighs together at the sight, so he stood up and forced her eyes to his.

"Huh, you like that don't you, you filthy little girl? Why don't I treat you like one then, mm? Fuck you like my little toy?"