Oh wow.
Heat floods my cheeks, shame and desire crashing together like lightning in my chest. My pulse stutters, then races. His eyes, those sharp, storm-dark eyes, lock on mine, and it’s like being struck.
He’s watching me like I’m sacred. Like I’m sinful. Like I’m the only thing on this earth worth burning for.
My body answers before my pride can catch up. Trembling, I slide a hand between us. The moment my fingers find that desperate, aching place, he thrusts again, slow and deep, like he’s making a promise.
I cry out, hips jolting, the sensation sharp and overwhelming.
Knox’s gaze drops, watching everything—my hand, the way I move, the way my mouth parts on a breathless moan.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice dark silk, an intense edge in every word. “Just like that. Let me see how you fall apart.”
And I do.
Every movement of his hips presses me closer to the edge, every word from his mouth a spark to dry kindling.
I’m burning for him.
Burning because of him.
My breath comes in shallow, shattered gasps. My legs tremble. He’s still inside me, thick and slow and steady, filling me like no one ever has, like no one ever could.
His hand grips my hip tighter, possessive, grounding me as my body starts to unravel.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he says, eyes locked on me like I’m the center of his universe. “So good for me.”
That’s what shatters it.
The praise.
The possession.
The unbearable intimacy of beingseen.
My breath catches on a broken sob as my body clenches around him, tight and pulsing and completely out of my control. It starts low, a deep, rolling heat that bursts wide open like a star going supernova. My thighs shake. My stomach tightens. And then I’m gone.
White hot pleasure explodes through my core, lighting every nerve ending on fire. My vision blurs. My lungs forget how to work. It’s too much, too good, too deep, and I want it to last forever.
I cry out, fingers still moving as he keeps thrusting, slow and steady, dragging every last wave from me like he needs to wring it out of my soul. And maybe he does, because Knox’s voice is in my ear now, wrecked and full of need.
“Look at you,” he groans. “Coming so hard on my cock. You’re fucking perfect.”
I’m shaking, lost in it, floating in that strange, shimmering place between pleasure and surrender. I don’t feel like a body anymore, I feel like sensation. Like light.
I cry out, body seizing around him, and Knox grits his teeth, riding it out like he’s barely holding on.
But he doesn’t stop.
He flips us in one fluid motion, dragging me on top of him with a dark grin. “You’re not done yet.”
“Bossy,” I pant, grinning down at him.
“You like me bossy.” He grabs my hips and starts guiding me, thrusting up as I roll my hips in slow circles. “You love it when I take charge.”
He’s not wrong.
I ride him hard, skin slapping, sweat slick between us. His hands are on my ass, gripping tight, and when he bends up to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, I nearly come again.
