I walk toward her, slipping between her parted knees and grasp her chin, lowering my mouth to hers. She kisses me back, melting against me, but I cut it off too soon, her lips chasing mine when I pull away.
“You’re going to let me take care of you.”
CHAPTER 25
Her spine presses against my chest as the water skims the very edge of the tub, spilling over every time we move. I filled it too high, though I’m grateful I picked an oversized tub for the bathroom since we both wouldn’t fit in here otherwise. I’ll deal with the flooded floor after I’ve taken care of her.
She’s lax against me, eyes closed as the water and bubbles cover her, body a little pink from the heat. The rain continues to fall in torrents beyond the window, a reprieve for the hard, dry earth, though the humidity is a killer. Sweat beads and rolls down the side of my face, but it feels too good with her in here. My hands skim her soft skin, tracing the lines of her. It feels like I’ve waited a lifetimefor this.
When the water starts to cool, I force her to lower into the water between my legs, gathering her hair in my hands to soak it before she sits and I grab the shampoo from the side, lathering it up on her head. She leans her head back, giving me the control, and my fingers dig into her scalp, massaging before rinsing it off and grab the conditioner I picked up from the store just for her.
Her hair glides through my hands, the inky tresses like silk between my fingers. When I move to wash it off, she pulls away from me, turning abruptly in the water and rises to her knees.
“That stays in for a while,” She explains.
Nodding, I lean back on the edge of the tub, letting my eyes take their fill of her. Her upper half is out of the water, droplets running over her tan skin. She crawls over me, lowering her mouth to mine before she reaches for the shampoo and sits back on her heels expectantly.
Chuckling, I dip beneath the water to wet my hair and then sit, grasping her around the waist to pull her to me, my mouth clamping around one of her nipples. My tongue flicks against the tip, and her body trembles, a moan filling the bathroom with sound.
I’m insatiable; I cannot get enough. She is an addiction I’m all too happy to fall victim to.
Her hands thread into my hair, and she tugs, pulling me away from her body.
“In a minute,” She breathes, eyes hooded andgaze darkened.
Before I can argue, she’s squeezing some shampoo into my hair and her fingers are working it in, nails gently scratching at my scalp. My hands are on her hips, holding, but my eyes are falling closed. I’m practically fucking purring with the way she’s washing my hair, and then it’s over all too soon. My eyes bounce to hers to find her with an amused smile on her face, soft, relaxed…
Fuck.
I make quick work of getting the soap out and then help her remove the conditioner and get out of the tub, not bothering with a towel since I’m on her the moment we’re free. She gasps when I pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. She’s slippery, but her thighs tighten, keeping her attached to me while I walk us back to the bed, laying us both down onto the mattress.
My cock fucking aches.
I slant my mouth across hers as I adjust my hips, the head of me notching into her. Her breathy whimper tastes so damn sweet. I flex a little, sliding into her warmth just a couple of inches before I withdraw and do it again, torturing us both with the slow pace.
She’s so fucking tight and warm, squeezing my cock as she stretches to fit me. Her nails bite into my back, likely leaving deep marks, but fuck she can mark me. Claim me.Own me.
I finally thrust all the way in, pausing when I’mat the hilt, a long rumble of a groan leaving my chest. She bows off the bed, chest thrusting toward the ceiling as her hands drop and claw at the sheets now soaked.
“So.”Thrust. “Fucking.”Thrust. “Perfect.”
Grasping behind her thigh, I lift to open her up more for me and slam into her so hard she shifts up the mattress, but like fuck is she getting away from me.
“Fuck!” She cries. “Oh God.”
I pause, “What did you just say?”
Wide eyes turn to me, her body writhing beneath mine.
“My name,” I growl, “You call my fucking name when I’m fucking you, Hellion. It’s me making you scream, not fucking God.”
To prove my point, I drag my cock out of her and punch back inside, hard, the slap of our bodies loud. She cries out, her hands white-knuckling the sheets. “More.” She begs, “Please, Knox, more!”
I drag her to the edge of the mattress and stand, lifting her with me until her ass hovers above the bed, and I fuck her hard, thrusting at an angle that pushes my cock against that sweet spot just inside. Her lips are parted on a silent moan, eyes rolling back as her tits bounce with every thrust of my hips.
“You take it so fucking well,” I praise. “Look at your greedy pussy sucking me in, drenching mycock. You’re fucking mine, Elena.”
I fuck her into the mattress, possess her, I give her it all. And she takes, and she takes, wrapping me up around that little fucking finger of hers.
