“Fuck, Lina, I’m going to...” Knox groaned, his rhythm faltering, thrusts turning erratic as he chased his own edge.
“Inside me,” I gasped, voice breaking, legs tightening over his shoulders to pull him deeper. “Come inside me. I want to feel it. Fill my pussy.”
He slammed into me one more time and then he was coming, his cock pulsing deep inside me, swelling as he unleashed rope after rope of hot cum. I felt it flooding my pussy, thick spurts coating my walls, marking me, claiming me, making me his all over again, the warmth spreading as he kept pumping.
He collapsed beside me, careful not to crush me with his weight, rolling us so I was tucked against his side, and immediately pulled me into his arms. I snuggled against his chest, our bodies still connected, his softening cock still buried inside me, twitching occasionally with aftershocks.
“I don’t want you to leave me,” I murmured, shifting my hips to keep him from slipping out. “Stay inside me. Just for a little while.”
Knox chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and into mine. He wrapped his arms tighter around me and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
“Never, love,” he said softly. “I’m not leaving you.”
I closed my eyes and let myself drift, surrounded by warmth and safety and love.
For the first time since I woke up, I felt whole.
I felt like myself.
22
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Knox
I woke up surrounded by warmth, the happiest I’d been in weeks.
Even before I opened my eyes, I knew why. It was because she was here. Lina. Basilinna Winters. My wife. My fucking mate. The woman I had almost lost forever, the woman who’d clawed her way back to me. And right now, the woman who was pressed against my body in the most perfect way possible.
I blinked slowly, adjusting to the morning light filtering through the curtains. We were spooning, her back to my chest, her ass nestled against my hips. She wasn’t facing me.
I didn’t like that. Not one fucking bit.
My arm tightened around her waist, yanking her closer until there was no space left between us. I buried my nose in her hairand inhaled, filling my lungs with her scent. Coffee and vanilla and something uniquely Lina. The smell of home.
I started pressing soft kisses to wherever I could reach. Her cheek, smooth under my lips. The shell of her ear, nipping light. The curve of her shoulder, tongue flicking out to taste her skin. My hand moved up and down her side, fingers tracing the dip of her waist, the swell of her hip, the firm length of her thigh, mapping every inch like I’d forgotten.
Then her ass shifted against my cock.
A low groan ripped from my chest. I was already half-hard just from waking up next to her, morning wood kicking in, but that grind sent all the blood surging south, my dick thickening fast.
Her ass moved again, deliberately.
“Lina,” I warned, my voice rough with sleep and arousal.
I heard her chuckle. And then she did itagain, grinding back against me on purpose, slow and teasing, her cheeks parting around my shaft, rubbing the length through the cleft.
In one swift move, I flipped her onto her back and pinned her under me, my body caging hers, knees bracketing her hips. Her eyes went wide, staring up with shock and that spark of amusement that always got me.
“You think that’s funny?” I asked, dipping my head to nip at her neck, teeth scraping the pulse point, sucking hard enough to mark.
“N... no,” she said, but she was still chuckling, her body shaking with laughter beneath mine.
I loved it. Loved seeing her smile, hearing her laugh. After a month of silence, of watching her lie motionless in that hospital bed, every sound she made felt like a gift. My chest filled with warmth just looking at her.
“I’m kissing you and you’re laughing?” I raised an eyebrow at her, trying to look stern. “That needs to be punished.”
Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Punished?”
