"Do you remember the first time I held a knife against you?"

"Mm-hmm. I'll kill you if you ever leave me." Villanelle kissed her cheek. "But I won't do that today."

"Why not?"

"Because I want to sleep by your side tonight, darling," she said, winking playfully.

Villanelle leaned in even closer, her arms wrapping tightly around her waist. It was as if she never wanted to let her go.

When they finally pulled away, Villanelle's eyes bore into Eve's with a fierce intensity. "Promise me you'll never leave me, Eve. I couldn't bear it."

"Of course," Eve promised, taking her hand. "I promise."

"Do you remember the first time I held a knife against you?"

The brunette shivered at the memory. "Yes, I remember..." she responded.

" I touched myself, many times thinking about that moment, Eve," Villanelle said, and a soft moan escaped from her lips. ..Oh, Eve. You picked up the knife even after I warned you not to, even after you called me a psychopath. I couldn't, I had to use my force, and a minute later I had you pinned on your fridge with the knife pointed at your neck, and I noticed you were wearing my perfume. I knew you would fight me, and I wanted to see if you could. I wanted to know what it would be like to have you at my mercy. Not only that, but I liked the idea of playing with your fear. " You were gasping, and I wanted to make you mine right there, Eve."

Villanelle kissed her lover deeply, her tongue sliding into Eve's mouth and tasting, feeling the arousal rising once again. She moves inside her lover, withdrawing slowly, then plunging deep again, her hands gripping Eve's thighs and driving her wild.

"Tell me. "Tell me you're mine," Villanelle said.

"I want you," Eve whispered into her lover's ear. "Take me, please."

The blonde-haired girl grabbed the back of her girlfriend's hair, pulled her head back, and got down to devour her mouth. They kiss until Villanelle starts to reach under the pillow, retrieving a small velvet box.

Eve raises her eyebrows. "What do you have in there?"

"A silk knife." The blonde responds.

She takes the knife from the box and places it in her hand.

"Yes," Villanelle whispered, reaching up and cupping Eve's chin in her palm. "Let's start with something simple."

Eve sighed in pleasure, knowing exactly what to expect. When they start playing, their little sex games usually end with sex, sometimes with light bondage, and always with multiple orgasms.

They pulled apart, staring into each other's eyes. There was love and passion, excitement and anticipation, burning with hunger and want. Her hazel eyes sparkled with lust. "You really are a match for me, Eve," Villanelle said, her tone playful and seductive. "We can never get enough of each other."

Villanelle held the knife, teasing Eve's skin with its razor-sharp edge. "This time I want you to let go, so I can hurt you a bit. Be brave."

Eve felt the cold steel press into her thigh. A hot sensation shot through her body, and she tried hard to keep still. Villanelle started to move the blade gently along the length of Eve's thigh.

It didn't take long for Eve to lose control. Her breath came out raggedly. Her heart rate began to speed up, and her legs went numb. As soon as she was trembling, Villanelle stopped, keeping a tight hold on the knife and caressing her lover's naked flesh lightly.

"There you go," she cooed, pressing her fingers on the tips of Eve's breasts. "It's okay to be aroused by this, baby. Just relax."

And before she could speak, Villanelle was straddling her, pressing the blade against her left shoulder. "Hurt me," she murmured. "Beg for it."

With a hiss, Eve started to cry out. Her voice filled the hotel room with a passionate scream. " I want it," she begged, thrusting her hips toward the blonde, seeking friction.

Villanelle watched her body writhe beneath hers.

It excited her, pushed her further toward the edge, and brought her closer and closer to the precipice. "Touch yourself for me," she whispered, moving the blade lower.

As if pulled by an invisible string, Eve slid one hand between her legs.

"God, that feels good, doesn't it?" Villanelle breathed.

Eve closed her eyes, arched her back, and thrust herself against Villanelle's body. "Mmm, yes..."

Villanelle moved her hand higher, over her lover's sex, until her fingers met soft flesh. "Wet for me, darling." "Wet, so wet," she teased, squeezing.

Eve moaned, and she pressed her fingertips deeper.

"Touch yourself harder," Villanelle said. "Fuck yourself, darling. "Give yourself over to me."

Eve grabbed her own leg and tugged on it sharply. The sting sent shockwaves through her. She moaned softly. "Faster," she said. "Make it good for me."

The sensations overwhelmed her, filling her entire body with pleasure.

"Harder," she whimpered.

It was a pleasure for Villanelle to see her lover's hand touching herself, looking at how swollen her clit was, how flushed her face was. She pushed the tip of the blade just a little deeper into her thigh. Eve began to buck her hips, her need for relief so overwhelming that it almost drove her mad. She was panting now, clutching the bedsheets.

Then the knife slipped from her leg, leaving a tiny red scratch behind. Eve's heart skipped a beat, but there wasn't any pain; it was all sensual and beautiful, which made her blush even more. "Ah, damn it," she gasped.

Villanelle giggled. "Don't stop," she said.

Eve pressed her hips forward.

"Punish yourself," Villanelle purred, stroking Eve's leg. "Want to feel it?"

She nodded, clenching her fist.

"Yes."

Her fingers pushed forward against her slick inner walls, rubbing them open, giving herself over to another woman, and it took all her willpower to stay silent. " "Now fuck yourself, darling," Villanelle whispered.

Eve squeezed her legs together tightly. Fuck yourself, darling. “Give yourself over to me.”

The sting sent shockwaves through her. She moaned softly. "Faster," she said. "Make it good for me."

The sensations overwhelmed her, filling her entire body with pleasure.

"Harder," she whimpered.

When Eve finished, the knife fell from her hand onto the bed, the sound echoing loudly.

Villanelle lay beside her, stroking her lover's back, running her thumb across her lover's damp lips. She felt the throbbing pulse in her neck, knowing adrenaline caused it.

She looked up at her girlfriend, who had captured her body, mind, and soul. "I love you," she whispered.

Villanelle smiles and arches into Eve, opening her mouth to kiss her deeper. Their bodies melt. Feeling delicious as the soft skin of her hip brushes against her lover's belly. A flush spread over her own skin. She wants to lick her way to her nipple and suck on her sensitive flesh. She closes her eyes, closing her ears to the noises of the world, enveloping herself in this moment of pure bliss.

"Oh god," Eve moans, spreading her legs wide, stretching for her lover.

"Ah, yes," Villanelle says, kissing her lover deeply, delighting in the taste of her, the smell of her, and the sight of her. The softness of her breasts pressed against her. Her thigh brushed against hers.

The world seems to fade away, the room falling into blackness. 

 She feels adrift. Lightheaded and warm, all while she hears a voice whispering in her ear: "Come with me."

Her toes curl, shooting sparks of heat along her nerve endings, fueling her hunger.

abandoning everything to be with the woman who cares for her. with the woman who craves her body, making her burn.

"Please," Eve whispers, arching upward, wanting nothing more than to surrender completely.

Villanelle obliges, slipping one finger into Eve, then two. Slowly stretching her lover open. Kneading her stomach muscles and pushing in and out, she watched as the brunette reacted, crying out her release.

A third finger joined in, massaging her sweet spot. "Give it to me," Eve pleads, curling her toes.

Eve comes for her, trembling beneath her touch, breathing raggedly, begging for more. More.

Villanelle withdraws her fingers from her lover, slowly easing them from her warmth, and lays her on her back.

She straddles Eve's chest, lowering herself on top of her and letting her body press down on the brunette. Eager for contact, eager for friction, hungry for feeling She licks her lips, leaning down to kiss her lover hungrily.

"Do you think I'm done with you, beautiful?" Villanelle says, brushing a strand of hair behind Eve's ear.

Eve looks up at her and nods. "Not yet."

"Villanelle kisses her deeply, her teeth grazing Eve's earlobe."

A moan leaves Eve's throat, her throat twisting as her body trembles beneath Villanelle's weight.

There's a fire in her blood, burning her veins. She grabs Villanelle's wrists and pushes her away, scrambling to stand, and rolling onto her knees.

She scoops up the knife and throws it across the room, landing the blade with a dull thud against the wall. "Get off me," Villanelle growls.

Eve rises to her feet. Her eyes narrow in anger. "Do you enjoy torturing me?"

The blonde nods, breathless. "Very much. It's a delicious torture."

Villanelle's sapphire eyes smolder as Eve stares into them. "Then take it," Eve sneers.

It takes every ounce of willpower not to fall on the floor, crawl back onto the bed, and wrap herself around her lover. To strip away the silk and play with the smooth blade, to taste her skin. She leans forward and brings her lips to Eve's.

At last she begins to breathe normally again, with blood flowing properly in her veins, her heart beating properly. Eve shivers as the woman cradles her body, drawing her close, holding her tightly against her. Her hands caress Eve's naked back, making her sigh with pleasure.

She shifts her position slightly, so she can feel the length of Eve pressed firmly against her sex. "More?" she asks.

Eve nods eagerly. Villanelle curls her fingers around Eve's and lifts her arms above her head, bringing the brunette's body back down. Villanelle uses her thumbs to spread her lover's cheeks open, nudging her sex into her.

Tenderly, Villanelle strokes Eve's skin. moving in tiny circles. Teasing her. Opening her. Ready for action. "Look at me," she says softly, guiding her gaze back to hers.

Eve doesn't have to look away from her partner. Their gazes lock.

Villanelle lets go of Eve's arm and lowers her hands to rest on her shoulders. Their chests brush together, her breasts fitting perfectly into the curve of her lover's breast. Her nipples peek against Eve's soft flesh.

Villanelle touches Eve's cheek gently, kissing her gently. "Your eyes look like stars," she whispers, and she watches Eve's eyes close, desire taking control.

The blonde runs her tongue along Eve's lips, tracing the outline of them, tasting the salty tang. She nips lightly at her bottom lip. Leaning in again, she kissed her lover deeply. The white lights illuminate her pale skin, illuminating the woman underneath. Beautiful. Unforgettable. Divine.

Villanelle's fingernails rake along the skin of Eve's thighs, a slow journey of nerves leading up to the sweetest pain. Her skin glows under the lights, covered in goosebumps. Eyes closed, Eve clenches her fists beneath Villanelle's grip, moaning softly.

Allowing her lover to set the pace. wanting to savor every second with her. It is perfect. Perfect because it is theirs alone, all their secrets are revealed, and nobody else is allowed to see, hear, or share it.

Her nails trail down, meeting the base of her spine where the backs of her legs join her pelvis. They press lightly, allowing Eve's body to relax fully beneath her. Kissing her until she turns slightly to meet her lips, desperate for her touch but allowing Villanelle to control the pace.

Villanelle climbs on top of Eve, straddling her torso. Slowly moving forward, straddling Eve's waist. planting kisses on her calves. Touching her thighs and pressing kisses into her inner thighs, exploring Eve's lush curves, wanting to explore everywhere. Soaking up her scent and reveling in her taste. Wanting her inside. Thoroughly. Deeply. And fast.

Her tongue moves up and swirls around her delicate rosebud, licking it, teasing it. Sucking it between her lips, she sucked the essence from her soft center. Savoring the salty taste of her.

She stops moving her head, dragging her tongue along Eve's wet slit, swirling her tongue within the tiny hole, bathing the place with hot air, soaking Eve in her scent. Licking upward along her pussy lips, probing her gently, circling her clit. It drives Eve wild. Lubricating her and loosening her walls, she let Villanelle penetrate easily, luxuriating in the velvety-smooth sensation. pressing inward with a slight shove, sinking into her. 

Gently fucking her, letting her know that she is welcome, that she is wanted, that she is loved. Holding still, savoring every inch of her, she drew out the most exquisite pain. Every thrust causes a deep shudder through Eve's body, tightening her core and tightening her ass around her, welcoming her deeper. Lifting her upper body, elevating her, and rubbing the bottoms of her breasts against Eve's naked torso. Sensations rush throughout her body, igniting something even greater than before. into something incredible.

Just how exquisite can it get? Focusing only on the intimate part of the dance, on what they do for each other, each feeling is magnified by being shared with her partner. They give, receive, and return. Taking each other's beauty apart, trying to learn about themselves by learning about the other, makes their bodies come alive.

Eve whimpers softly, pressing her lips against Villanelle's shoulder. She grinds against her hips, trying to reach higher, aching to be filled, to be taken. When she speaks, her voice cracks, stutters, and halts.

She calls out Villanelle's name, gasping, sheathing her sex around her girlfriend. With her hands, she grips Villanelle's waist, urging her forward, giving her the freedom to go as far as she wants, to lose herself in her lover, losing herself to her, losing herself in her dark brown eyes. To drown in her smooth skin.

Holding Eve tight, pulling her to her body, lifting her hips, and pressing downward. Arching her back, burying her fingers in Eve's scalp, and gathering her hair into a ponytail. Nailing her jaw shut with an audible click, pulling her head back, and driving her into the mattress with a brutal smack. Spreading her legs open wide. thrusting hard and deep into her, causing her body to quiver beneath her.

Her hand grips Eve's forearm, hauling her toward the edge of the bed, pushing her onto her back, climbing atop her, and slamming down hard. Nearing her goal, nearing her finish line, and coming closer to the end, Eve wraps her arms around her lover, reaching up to pull her down and claiming her mouth.

Asking and pleading for her. Seeking her desperately Feasting on her mouth. She wraps her leg around her lover's hip, and presses herself into her, groaning loudly, delirious with lust, and with emotion, wrapping herself around Villanelle, gripping her buttocks tightly, finding purchase and press down, thrusting once, twice, thrice, pounding into her, over and over, unable to stop herself, struggling to gain control of her body, squeezing hard around her neck, driving her forward, she groans and yells, over and over again, driving her climaxes deeper and deeper, pressing her orgasm, unleashing an intensity that cannot be matched, shaking beneath her, as her insides tighten, demanding release, riding the waves of ecstasy, relishing the intense ache building in her lower abdomen. 

As her entire body shudders and convulses, shuddering from the force of her own orgasm, she collapses, panting and moaning, moaning into her neck, embracing her fiercely, rubbing her cheek against her own, kissing her deeply, clinging to her, burrowing her face in her lover's softness. shuddering into her. Delighting in the sensation of being held tightly, she believed this night could never end. There is no time limit and no set amount of time. Just time, itself, stretches out forever.