“I trust you.” A soft smile teases my lips because this is another first for me. Believing in someone who isn’t my parents or my best friend so deeply.
“Good.” He moves to sit back on his shins.
His chest expands, shoulders squaring. His chin dips, hazel eyes darting between me and his dick. This time, he’s far less confused, and his expression grows a lot darker.
“Okay, then,” he rasps, rough with pride. “If you’re mine, then I’ll seal it. Your first blood stays with me. No one else gets that.”
“How?” I ask, impatient and so very curious.
His gaze holds me captive, fierce and unyielding. He sweeps his finger over the length of his cock, coats it with blood, and brings it to his mouth.
More feral than ever, Knox’s lips close around his finger, sucking slow.
A base, old need rattles my bones as I watch him. As I hear him moan in pleasure.
I act on it, settling on my knees in front of him.
Before I can take what I want, his hands are already there, snapping to my waist.
“Don’t. Go.”
“I won’t.” Even if I could, I wouldn’t. He’s all I can think of. “Can I taste it? Us?”
Knox draws in a breath, then nods and gets up.
His hand fists my hair, the other one curled around the base of his cock, aiming it at my mouth.
“Take it.” He’s already hard again, the veins tracing the length of him. “Lick it clean.”
I don’t think twice. I simply let myself be, placing my hands on his legs for balance. Parting my lips for him, offering myself up.
Asking for it. “Please.”
Knox groans, pulling me forward. Filling me with himself. He’s thick and heavy on my tongue, tasting of my blood and our arousal.
His thighs flex beneath my fingers. His body works not to fuck my mouth.
This isn’t a conquest. This is a gift.
I’m sick and all wrong in the head to so eagerly swipe my tongue over him.
I’m too grateful and needy to care.
“Yes.” He strokes my hair, a gesture of praise and encouragement. “It’s yours, isn’t it? I’m yours. Your first. Your last. Good girl. Perfect girl. My only fucking girl. Sweet, sweet Skylar. I’ll do anything for you.”
His praise and show of adoration continue until I start sucking instead of licking. Until I moan and ache for more of him.
“Enough.” The fire in his eyes must be matching mine.
I groan, my need making me suck harder. That’s when he yanks me off him. He’s stronger than me, emotionally and physically, scooping me off the floor.
“No time for that now. Later, if you’re good…”
“If I’m good, then?” Desperation clings to my lungs. “Tell me.”
“Trouble.” Heat sets his hazel eyes on fire. “I take that back. You will suck me off later either way.” Knox’s steps eat the distance until I’m back on the table, his body slotting between my open thighs. “Then you’ll take me in every hole. Later, and every day after we get through these next two weeks.”
“What happens in two weeks?”
