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going to juvie. When her fuckup of a father had tried to take her away, Søren
had stopped him. When she’d gotten into trouble at school over a story she’d
written, it was he who’d come and pulled her ass out of the fire yet again. He’d
helped her get into college, helped her graduate, kept her safe, kept her close,
kept her happy, and shown her a world that few even knew existed and then had
made her queen of it…and all he’d ever asked in return was that she give herself
to him, heart, body and soul.
    It seemed such a small price to pay.
    “How many cuts tonight?” she asked as Søren studied her
bleeding body with reverent eyes. She saw his chest heave; his eyes had turned
black from desire. Blood-play aroused him like nothing else. And nothing aroused
her more than seeing him like this…so desperate for her it made even him almost
weak.
    “Seven,” he answered, his voice low and breathy. She’d already
survived the first six.
    “A good biblical number,” she noted.
    “Five for the years we were apart. And one for the year you’ve
been back with me. And one for the rest of our lives.”
    The final one was always the worst. And she didn’t have to ask
where it would be. Søren waited and Nora worked up her courage. This was Søren,
she reminded herself. The man she’d loved for nearly twenty years. She’d only
ever loved one person other than him, and for Søren she’d given him up. If she
could give up Wesley for Søren, she could do this.
    Nora spread her legs wide-open. Søren positioned himself
between her thighs and with shockingly steady hands, spread her wide.
    Nora closed her eyes tight and breathed through her nose as
Søren ran the flat of the blade along the seam of her vagina and left a small
cut on her labia. She refused to flinch as she knew her bravery would be
rewarded.
    The pain had already faded even as Søren took her hand and laid
the knife in her palm. Nora steeled herself as she raised her hand. With one
swift and sure motion, she cut his chest over his heart. She lowered her hand
and sat the knife aside. Lifting herself up, Nora brought her mouth to his skin
and licked his bleeding wound. The act severed the last thread of Søren’s
restraint. He shoved her onto her back and opened his pants. When he pushed into
her bleeding body, she felt a pain so acute it threatened to overwhelm her. Her
safe word sat poised on the edge of her tongue. But she breathed in and
swallowed it whole as Søren began to move in her.
    She wrapped her arms and legs around him, dug her fingernails
into his back and scored his skin. He bit at her neck and breasts, dug his
fingers into her skin. Her body came alive with pain, pain that turned to
pleasure as he continued his assault on her. She pressed her heels into the bed
and arched back into his hips. When she came, she came hard. The orgasm racked
her back. The pleasure spiked through her, clawed at her and cut into her like
the sharpest of knives.
    Søren kept thrusting and she clung to him in love and
desperation. At moments like this, he was lost to himself, lost in the shadows
that hid beneath his heart. Rarely did he let himself go, and when he did it was
only with her. Nora lay beneath him and let him use her body as a vessel for his
need. When he came at last, it was with a final thrust so fierce Nora knew she
would be bruised inside from the force of it. He gasped her name as his whole
body shuddered in her arms.
    Nora held Søren as they lay intertwined, his body still
embedded in hers. For a long time they said nothing, merely lying together
content in their silence and their nearness to each other.
    “You’re shaking, Eleanor,” Søren finally said, touching her
cheek with his lips.
    “A little. I’m just cold,” she admitted. Nora ran her hands
through Søren’s hair and kissed his forehead.
    “You’re shaking too.” His arms, his back trembled beneath her
hands.
    “Not from cold,” he confessed. She knew why, and he