Seeing her wretch, it was hardly the most attractive thing, and yet it said so much about how much of an effect he was having on her. Reaver shuddered, and she could feel the heat of wet seed spilling into her guts, mingling with the blood and the twisted knot that as the wound he was abusing. His eyes got a nasty look at her suggestion and he grabbed for her hand. Both of his hands freed her from his grip while he held her hand on the table, taking hold of a knife.

One smooth, careful jab down, going between the bones of her hand, in the palm, and he was pulling out, taking the wounded, bloody arm by the wrist and bringing it down towards his crotch. "Mmm, you really do want me to destroy you, do you?"