“Yes, Skylar. Can’t”—thrust—“get enough of you.”
My heart swells in my chest, sending delightful warmth throughout me.
He won’t ever let me go.
“I’ve never”—my sentence breaks on a gasp—“never loved anything the way I love you. I would’ve given my life for you.”
“I know.” Knox kisses me, biting at my lip. “But don’t ever say that again.” He goes as hard, as deep as he can, thickening inside me. I feel him in my stomach. “I won’t let you. You need to put yourself first. Always.Always.”
His hips slap mine, hurting me. Owning me.
I use my heels to pin him to me. “No.”
“Yes.”
Oh.Oh. Another orgasm is unfurling inside me.
His groin grazes my clit with every thrust. I’m overwhelmed by the pleasure he gives me. By the look in his eyes that says I’m the only one.
“I don’t want a life without you in it, Knox.”
Something about the words, the way I say them, hits Knox straight in the chest. He lets out a feral grunt before pulling on my hair and exposing my neck to him.
“Me neither. Jesus. Fuck. Skylar. Come all over my cock. Make me feel better. Make me feelyou.” He sucks on my throat, bruising me, leaving his mark on both my skin and my soul. “So good. So.Good. Need to fill you up with babies.”
Even his dirty talk is a form of worship. The way he pounds into me, the way he yanks my hair until my scalp burns, that’s his body being brutal, telling me how much he wants me.
I’m equally lost in him. He drives me higher, higher, higher. I’m flying, weightless. And still, somehow, he anchors me.
This man. This savage.
My savior.
“So close.” My voice comes out clipped. Every brutal jerk of his hips steals the air from my lungs. “Please.”
His gaze cuts to mine, eyes so dark they’re almost black. He looks ravenous, his hunger making my head spin.
“Need my help, Trouble? Need me to say dirty things to my dirty girl? Fine by me,” he growls, low and vicious. “Come for me, Skylar. Or I’ll make sure you never forget what happens when you disobey.”
He slams into me harder, his cock tearing me open. Pain and pleasure tangle into one sweet torture that should’ve been the end of me.
Except I’m not dying. I’m coming, and it’s sharp enough to slice through me. Knox’s love is a blade, a force, a cut so deep I fear I’ll never recover.
White-hot light explodes behind my eyes. My muscles clamp, dragging him deeper even as the aftershocks burn through me.
And in the middle of that earthquake, I see him.
Hazel eyes. Flared nostrils.
My unrelenting, claiming Knox.
“Good fucking girl.” His groan rumbles through me. “That’s my girl. So tight, so perfect. Begging for my cock like that. Fuck,I need your belly full of our babies. Nothing else will ever be enough. Nothing. I want you. I?—”
The words die on his tongue the moment he comes. He’s so fucking feral, growling as he spills his hot cum inside me. I’m trembling from my orgasm, while he keeps pumping me full of his seed, not wasting a single drop.
When he finally pulls out, his breath ragged, gravity takes over. My body goes limp, exhaustion dragging me down.
If not for the rope and Knox’s arms around me, I’d drop to the floor.
