I climb onto the mattress, the sheets cool against my flushed skin, but I don’t feel shy. I feel powerful. Wanted. Worshiped.
He strips with none of his usual care, like he’s too far gone to pretend, and crawls over me, hot and solid and feral with need.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he mutters, sliding a hand between my thighs, fingers finding me slick and aching. “This wet already, sweetheart?”
A moan slips from my lips before I can stop it. I’m burning. Drenched. Desperate. I crave him so badly ithurts.
“Knox.” I gasp, rocking into his touch.
“God, I love how responsive you are.” He slips two fingers inside me, curling them just right while his thumb circles tight and slow. “You open up for me like you were made to be ruined.”
I cry out, trembling, already so close I’m barely holding on.
But he doesn’t let up.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I pant. “God, I’m yours.”
That breaks him.
He flips me beneath him in one breathless move and thrusts into me with a growl that shakes something loose inside me. It’s hard, deep, claiming, the kind of rhythm that pushes the breath from my lungs and makes me feel every inch of him.
His hand finds my throat, not tight, just enough pressure to ground me, hold me in place, make me his.
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper, chasing that exquisite tension curling low in my belly.
“You gonna come for me?” he growls, teeth at my shoulder, fingers teasing my nipple until I cry out. “Come on, Josie. Let me feel it.”
I shatter, body locking tight around him, stars behind my eyes, his name ripped from my throat.
He follows with a broken moan, burying himself to the hilt, forehead pressed to mine as we tremble in the aftermath, messy, breathless, clinging like we might disappear if we let go.
We don’t.
Not tonight.
Not ever.
Because this… this is forever.
The end.
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