21
KNOX
The world stalls, then violently lurches forward.
My nostrils flare. Blood roars through my veins, scalding me from the inside.
You. Are. Mine.
I’ve been claimed.
Possessing Skylar’s body was easy. Her moans, her virgin blood, her need dripping down her thighs—I forced these things out of her.
Her heart, though, she had to give it to me willingly.
I pushed her, yes, but no one can summon a feeling that isn’t already there.
My chest heats up. I can’t take my eyes off her.
I feel too much. My whole body’s buzzing with it, whatever the hellitis.
You. Are. Mine.
“That was all you.” With a palm on her cheek and my fingers in her hair, I yank her close.
Her body is flush against mine, her heartbeat quick, almost panicked. “What was all me? What does that?—”
“You, Skylar.” I’m throbbing, aching, but it’s not about sex, as much as I want to be buried inside her again.
It’s aboutthis.
Kissing her.
Before she can resist me, I lean in and silence her with my mouth on hers. I lick and bite her, tracing obsessive circles over her cheek with my thumb.
Nothing will stop me from learning everything about her, tasting her, claiming her.
The sounds of pleasure she’s making grow louder when I tilt my head. Hotter when I yank her hair harder.
Every sound she makes feeds me. Fills me with certainty. With hunger.
Fuck, everything about her is perfect. The swell of her breasts. That rapid pulse rightthere, beneath her jaw.
More. Another one.
I’d cut her name into my own flesh. I’d do anything if it meant I could have her like this for the rest of my life.
To keep claiming her with my lips, my tongue, my fingers that can’t get enough of her.
Her mouth, that’s where I belong.
The reason I end up pulling back is that someone slams their fist against the front door.
A growl reverberates in my chest.
My arms automatically go around Skylar, even though she’s safe. Jett—has to be that asshole—can’t possibly have the keys to my house on him. My bet is he doesn’t even remember where he left them.
They’re probably buried under the mountains of trash in his place. He’s not getting through the front door, let alone the basement door.
