Jessica's POV
The blade quivered in my grasp, its frigid metal surface pressing against my damp palm.
What in God's name was he talking about? Rut? Knot? How could his member possibly expand to triple its current size? And what twisted logic made him suggest I should actually use this weapon against him? That particular instruction sent ice through my veins, more terrifying than anything else he had uttered.
"You actually want me to hurt you while you're buried inside me?" The question escaped my lips in a whisper.
His tongue traced the sensitive skin along my nape, sending tremors through my entire frame. "Only if I lose myself," he rasped against my flesh. "If you sense me crossing the line, becoming too aggressive, then yes, Jessica. I need you to stop me."
My throat constricted as I stared at the steel in my hand like it might burn me alive. "Caleb, this is madness."
