Reaching for him, she fisted her hands in the fabric of his shirt. “I want to feel your skin against mine, Knox. Now.”
His eyes flared brighter at her breathless order. Rearing back, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. Hisdermaglyphschurned with dark colors, twisting vines of indigo and burgundy and deep gold. Their changing hues made them seem alive on his skin, captivating her gaze and making her want to chase the pulsing patterns with her tongue.
A low growl built in his throat as she devoured him with her eyes. “Holy fuck, that look on your face is burning me up.”
“Hurry, Knox.”
He chuckled, working swiftly to strip out of his jeans. She licked her lips when she saw he wore nothing under them. His cock jutted out proudly, thick and heavily veined.
She couldn’t hold back her moan. If theglyphson his torso and limbs made her womb clench with yearning, seeing the swirls and flourishes twisting around his immense shaft nearly make her climax on the spot.
The sight of Knox like this awakened something inside her, a yearning that had been dormant until now. Unrealized.
It had nothing to do with the length of her self-imposed dry spell. She craved him on an elemental level. The way she needed air to breathe and food to survive.
Right now, she had never wanted anything more than to feel him pressed down upon her, inside her.
“Knox.” She writhed with that need, unable to conceal the depth of her hunger for him.
Undressed, he stood at the edge of the bed and drank her in. His searing gaze heated her flesh everywhere it touched her, as hot as a live flame.
His strong hands clamped around her ankles and he yanked her toward him, until her backside nearly slid off the bed. Then he knelt down between her parted legs, his hands rough against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as he spread her wider, until she was fully open to him.
“So fucking beautiful,” he uttered thickly. “Sweet as honey and cream.”
He scooped his palms under her ass and lifted her to his mouth. Leni gasped at the scorching heat of his mouth on her again. He showed her no mercy at all, every hard tug of his lips and tongue on her clit igniting a fresh fire inside her.
Every graze of his sharp fangs over her tender flesh shot molten lava into her veins. When he drew the swollen bud of her sex between his teeth, the cauldron in her core boiled over.
Her orgasm streaked through her, white-hot and electric, as jagged as lightning.
Before it could shatter her completely, Knox rose up. He entered her in a long, slow thrust, filling her until she felt she might split apart from the bliss of his body invading hers. The pleasured scream that rose up her throat left her lips as a wordless sigh as Knox began to move inside her.
Sensation overwhelmed her, swamped her. It was too much. Too much bliss. Too much intensity after such a long period of emptiness. Not only her body, but her life. Her heart.
Knox had stormed in only days ago, yet being with him felt like coming home.
Tears pricked the backs of her eyes as she clung to him. She held them back, but he must have sensed the stillness that washed over her.
“Hey.” His voice was rough, his expression taut with concern as he ceased moving. “Am I hurting you?”
“No.” She shook her head, swallowing against her parched throat. “I’m not hurting at all. This feels good, Knox. I didn’t realize how much I needed it.”
The corner of his mouth quirked. “Six years is a damn long time.”
“Yes, it is.” She let go a quiet laugh, her hands stroking his bare shoulders, her fingers tracing the intricate lines of theglyphsthat rode the bunched muscles. “But I’m not talking about how long it’s been since I’ve gotten off without having to use my own fingers to do it.”
“Christ,” he hissed, heat flaring in his eyes. “Just hearing you say that makes me want to see it in person sometime.”
He started rocking inside her again, his strokes slow and deep. Leni moaned, sinking into his rhythm, savoring the fluid glide of their bodies in perfect tempo.
“Tell me what you it is you needed, sweetheart.”
“This. You,” she said, sighing as the pleasure bloomed into something wild again. “I just needed to feel safe tonight. I needed to feel connected to something solid and warm and unbreakable. Just for a little while.”
“Then hold on to me.” He lowered his head and kissed her, unrushed, soul-searing.
When he drew back it was on a harsh sigh. His Breed irises radiated like a furnace. His pelvis rolled hard against her, stretching her to the limit.
