Out of the Dark

The knife slipped silently out of the dark.
She felt the cold touch of metal against her neck, slim and razor sharp.
Then his breath from behind upon her skin.

She could sense his closeness, his power.
Her breath rose and fell in her chest, rapidly increasing it’s pace.
Her blood pumped faster through her body, racing now.
But she was unable to move, his very presence holding her fast.

She could hear his heartbeat increase, his breathing deepen.

Slowly the knife was drawn across her neck, raising minute drops of blood that welled up and converged, forming a threadlike ribbon that slowly ran down towards her chest.

A sharp intake of breath behind her and a gentle laugh.

The knife was drawn down, lightly, not breaking the skin, following the thread of blood, finally coming to rest above her breast.

She felt him lean in.
The warmth of his body raising the hairs upon her back.
She sensed him smile.

Then felt the tip of his tongue reach out toward the ribbon of blood,
leisurely travelling the length of the wound, savouring the taste.
A gentle moan of pleasure from him, barely audible.

Still not a word.

A tingle rose up through her, igniting fires within.
A shiver travelling up her spine
Her breath catching in her throat,
Every part of her body suddenly alert, alive, waiting…

Stillness. Just the rapid beat of her heart and the rushing of blood through her veins.

A brief touch of his lips upon the nape of her neck
and then he was gone.