“Not everything. There are still gaps. But I remember...” I touched his face, tracing the line of his jaw, the curve of his cheekbones. “I remember you. I remember us.”
His breath caught. “Lina...”
“I’ve missed you,” I said, and the words came from somewhere deep inside me, from that place that had known him even when my mind didn’t. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”
Tears welled in his eyes. This massive, powerful man, crying because I remembered him.
“Baby,” he breathed.
“Knox.” I grabbed his face, forcing him to look at me, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “Fuck me. Now. Please. I need to feel you inside me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
His arms tightened around my waist, lifting me off the door with a grunt, my legs still wrapped around him as he carried me the few steps to the bed. He laid me down gently on the mattress, the sheets cool against my back, following me down until his body covered mine, his weight pressing me into the soft fabric. I spread my legs wider, wrapping them around his waist, heels hooking over his ass and pulling him closer. His cock nudged against my entrance, the thick head parting my slick folds, hot and insistent, smearing my wetness along the underside.
“Are you completely, one hundred percent sure?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back, forehead pressed to mine. “I don’t want to hurt you, love.”
“Oh my god, YES,” I groaned, arching up to meet him, my pussy aching emptily.
I reached between us, my hand wrapping around his cock, fingers barely meeting around the girth. He was so hard, the skin velvet-smooth over rigid steel, pulsing hot in my grip, veins standing out under my palm. I stroked him once, base to tip, feeling the slight curve, then twice. I positioned him right at my entrance, the head pressing against my hole, stretching the rim slightly as I held him there.
He bit my lower lip, teeth sinking in just enough to sting, as he started to push inside.
Slowly.Soslowly.
The head breached me first, popping past the ring with a wet slide, then inch by inch, his shaft stretching me open, filling me up. My pussy clenched around him involuntarily, inner walls gripping the invading thickness, pulling him deeper as I moaned low and throaty at the burn of the stretch. He was so big, the girth forcing my lips to part wide, the length hitting deep. So perfect. Fitting inside me as if he was made for this, made for me, every ridge and vein dragging against my sensitive insides.
When he finally bottomed out, his hips flush against mine, pubic bone grinding my clit, we both groaned in unison. He was buried to the hilt, balls pressed against my ass, his cock pulsing inside me, twitching against my walls. I felt so full, so complete, so utterly owned, my body molding around him like a glove.
Then he started trembling, his arms shaking on either side of me, breath hitching.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered, my voice husky, one hand stroking his sweat-damp hair.
He opened his eyes and I saw tears streaming down his face. “I just missed you so much,” he said, his voice cracking. “A month. A whole month without you. Without hearing your voice or seeing your smile or feeling you around me. I thought I was going to lose my mind, Lina. I thought I was going to die and follow you wherever you went.”
My heart shattered and reformed all at once, a sharp ache blooming in my chest even as my pussy fluttered around his cock.
“I’ve missed you too, mate,” I said softly, thumb brushing a tear from his cheek.
He smiled through his tears, lips trembling. “Fuck,” he breathed, and then he was kissing me, deep and desperate, tongue plunging into my mouth as his hips pulled back. He dragged his cock halfway out, my walls clinging to every inch, then pushed forward in a slow, steady rhythm, sinking back in fully.
The first few thrusts were gentle. Careful. He rocked into me with controlled rolls, treating me like I might break, the slide smooth and deep but measured. While part of me appreciated the tenderness, a bigger part wanted more.Neededmore. Wanted the raw power I felt building in him.
“Harder,” I gasped against his mouth, nails raking down his back. “Knox, please, I need...”
He didn’t make me finish the sentence. His hips snapped forward, burying himself deep in one brutal thrust, the forcejolting my body up the bed. I cried out at the sensation, the sudden fullness hitting my cervix with a delicious ache. He set a punishing pace, driving into me over and over, his cock slamming home each time, withdrawing almost fully before plunging back in. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with my moans pitching higher and his grunts growing guttural.
“So wet,” he groaned, forehead to mine, sweat dripping from his brow onto my collarbone. “So fucking wet for me. You feel incredible, baby. Taking my cock so well, gripping me like a vice.”
His hand slipped between us, fingers finding my clit, rubbing firm circles against the swollen nub, slick with our combined arousal. The dual sensation was overwhelming, building friction that made my toes curl. Too much and not enough at the same time, pleasure spiking sharp and relentless.
“You’re going to come for me again,” he said, his voice rough with lust. “I can feel it. Feel your pussy clenching around me. Come on, baby. Give me another one. Soak my cock.”
I was so close. Right on the edge. My whole body was tightening, thighs quivering around him, pleasure coiling in my core like a spring, building and building toward an inevitable release, every thrust pushing me higher.
Then Knox grabbed my legs, strong hands gripping my calves, and hooked them over his shoulders, folding me nearly in half. The new angle was devastating, his cock drove deeper than before, the head battering a spot inside me that made me scream. Every thrust sent shockwaves through my body, his balls slapping my ass with each plunge, pleasure spiking higherand higher until I couldn’t take it anymore, my vision blurring at the edges.
“Knox!” I screamed as I shattered, the orgasm ripping through me, more intense than anything I’d ever felt. My pussy clamped down on his cock, inner walls spasming wildly, squeezing and milking him in rhythmic pulses. Waves of ecstasy crashed over me, my body convulsing, juices gushing around his shaft, dripping down to soak the sheets. I felt every pulse of pleasure echoing through the mate bond.
