"Keep— going," Another reassuring gasp from his lips left an easing feeling in the atmosphere.

Driving the sharped blade across his skin once more, both of you watched as the blood trickled down his arm and poured from the other wounds. The feeling was gratifying for you, so imagine how he must be reacting.

Before you could move the edge away, he insisted and kept you from leaving. "There's not enough blood, don't you think so?" His tone was hinted in encouragement.

This was all out of love, the sensation too much to bare.