The shuddered breaths and soft groans were making her tingle all the way to her fingertips, though her hands were rock steady. He made such exquisite noises, so at odds with the sounds she usually drew forth with her knife. She was used to moans of pain, but his groans were tinged with pleasure. He wanted this, and even though she didn't really care what he wanted, it made this all the more thrilling. She laughed when he called her a tease for promising to bring him close to death. "Of course."

When she bit him, he tensed and then cursed, voice shaking. She had to repress a shudder at the sound of it. "This is just the beginning," she murmured, letting the knife drag up to the juncture between neck and shoulder, cutting just hard enough to keep drawing blood. As she sliced along the other arm, cutting that part of his uniform as she did so, she tilted her head, leaning to lick across his chest, tongue catching on the drying blood. When she came to the newest cut, she bit down hard.