She watched, fascinated, as he shivered under her nails and choked back a cry. The exquisite mix of pain and pleasure on his face mesmerized her a little. "This is what you wanted, Scotty?" she murmured, switching back to the knife, drawing another line of blood up his chest, slowly increasing the pressure and then circling around his nipple. "All you had to do was ask." His next words sent another little shiver of anticipation through her, even if it angered her to be reminded of the knife. "No, I can't let you die," she said, a little regret in her voice, "but I can bring you so very close to death," she whispered, dragging the knife over his nipple. She leaned closer. "Over and over again," she murmured, sinking her teeth into the skin between neck and shoulder hard enough to draw blood. For a few moments she worried the raw flesh with her teeth and then swiped her tongue over it. She leaned back to look at him, slowly licking the blood off her lips.