⟫𝐖 𝐄 𝐋 𝐂 𝐎 𝐌 𝐄   𝐓 𝐎   𝐇 𝐄 𝐋 𝐋 𝐁 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐃⟪

𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀 ||

My heart pounds in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears as Rome trails the knife along my naked body. My hands are tied securely behind my back, and a blindfold covers my eyes, plunging me into darkness. Every touch, every sensation is amplified, the coolness of the blade sending shivers down my spine. Rome pauses for a second, the silence heavy and charged with anticipation, before lightly grazing the knife over my needy pussy. My breathing grows shaky, anticipation mixing with a tantalizing fear as I wait for Rome's next move.

"Now, you're going to be good for us and stay still, right?" Azriel whispers in my ear, his warm breath contrasting sharply with the cool blade. His lips brush against my neck, planting a series of feather-light kisses that make my skin tingle.

"What... What are you going to do?" I manage to ask, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. I feel Rome teasing my entrance with the handle of the knife, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through me.

"Mark you," Rome says simply, his voice deep and unwavering, filled with a dangerous promise. "Now be good and stay still. We wouldn't want to cut you in the wrong spot." His words are a dark command, and I can feel the intensity in the air, a palpable tension that makes my body quiver.

As the knife continues its slow, deliberate journey, I can feel every nerve in my body respond. Azriel's lips on my neck, Rome's knife on my skin—it's a mix of pleasure and threat that leaves me breathless. My mind races, torn between the desire to submit and the instinct to flee, but I know I am at their mercy, bound and blindfolded, my fate in their hands.

Each caress, each touch, heightens my senses further. Rome's grip is firm yet controlled, his movements precise, while Azriel's kisses send electric sparks through me, igniting a fire deep within. My body is a canvas, and they are the artists, painting their marks with both tenderness and danger.

Azriel's breath against my ear is hot, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "Feel every sensation, Amelia. Let it consume you." His words send shivers down my spine, making me arch involuntarily into the touch of the knife and the heat of his lips.

Rome's hand steadies me, his touch grounding yet commanding. "You're ours, Amelia. Every inch of you," he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble that resonates through me. His words are a promise, a claim that both thrills and terrifies me.

In this moment, I am theirs—body, mind, and soul. The realization sends a surge of adrenaline through me, heightening every sensation. My trust in them is complete, my surrender absolute. The line between fear and desire blurs, leaving me in a state of exquisite anticipation.

With each passing second, the tension builds, the air thick with unspoken promises and dark desires. I am caught in their web, a willing captive to their dangerous game. And as the knife traces its path, as Azriel's lips ignite my skin, I know that I am exactly where I am meant to be—at the mercy of two men who hold my fate, and my heart, in their hands.