“You can,” he insists, his voice rough from exertion. “Again, Juliette. Come for me again.”
His hand slides down and starts stroking my clit with devastating precision. The dual sensation is too much. Him inside me as his fingers work their magic. His eyes hold mine captive.
I shatter again, more intensely than before, my vision blurring at the edges. This time, he follows me as he thrusts deep one final time, my name a broken prayer on his lips as he pulses inside me.
We cling to each other as we come down from the high, our bodies slick with sweat and hearts racing in tandem. Knox rolls to the side, pulling me against him. His arm wraps around me, holding me close.
He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch impossibly gentle.
“Are you okay?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple.
I nod, unable to find words that could possibly capture the storm of emotions swirling inside me.
“I didn’t hurt you?” His voice is laced with concern.
“No,” I whisper, finally finding my voice. “That was… I don’t even have words.”
I let my fingers trace the lines of his chest, savoring the warmth beneath my touch. “It’s never been like that before,” I admit.
His hand tightens around my waist, pulling me toward him with a possessive urgency that makes my breath catch. And then his lips claim mine.
Every muscle in his body is taut as he rises over me again. The way he moves, like he’s on the verge of breaking, has my heart pounding harder in my chest. God, Ineedmore. It’s not enough.
His lips brush my ear. “Speak up, lass. If you want more, I need to hear it.”
I freeze, realizing I said the words out loud. My cheeks burn with embarrassment, my pulse drumming in my ears. No turning back now.
I loop my legs around his waist again, pulling him closer, grinding my hips against him. My voice falters with desperation. “I need you. I need more of you.”
He thrusts in with a devilish grin as his voice dips into a low, wicked murmur. “There she is…”
Well, fuck me.
Literally.
twenty-nine
KNOX
Being inside her, feeling her heat, is like nothing I’ve ever felt. Her tight warmth pulls me in, and I get lost in the rhythm and the sweet taste of her skin.
She’s so fucking beautiful when she comes with my name on her lips. The way she clenches around me, a tight, pulsing vise drawing me in. I thought I was spent, but the intensity builds, an unrestrained rush that consumes me as I spill into her again. It’s the most freeing feeling I’ve ever known. She’s here, and she’s mine.
No one has ever gotten under my skin like she has. She’s not just another face. She never was. No, this is something deeper, something that’s slowly creeping under my skin and changing me. She doesn’t demand anything. The way she laughs, the way she challenges me with a simple look, it makes me want to cross the boundaries I’ve created for myself. With her, I don’t feel like I have to be the strong, silent one. For someone who’s spent years protecting everyone else, that feels like a goddamn revelation.
I never thought I’d let anyone get this close again, but hereshe is, pulling me in without even trying. I can’t deny it. I love her. She’s the calm I didn’t know I needed, but she’s also the storm that rattles every single thing I thought I knew about myself.
I run my fingers through her hair, the strands slipping between my fingers, her slow, steady breaths falling in sync with mine.
The fire between us hasn’t even started to die down. It’s still there, simmering just beneath the surface.
I don’t want to think beyond now. I can’t afford to. The outside world, with its noise and responsibilities, feels so distant right now. It might as well not even exist. The only thing that matters is her, here, in my arms. I just needthis.
Time is racing, and I’m chasing it, trying to hold on, trying to make every second count. It’s too precious to waste. Every moment, every breath, every glance we share is something I want to remember. Something I’ll carry with me, because once the world returns, I’ll need this to keep me grounded.
“Juliette.” My voice is low, just above a whisper, but she hears it. She looks up, the soft fall of her hair brushing her shoulder, her eyes locking on mine.
I open my mouth to speak, but the words get caught somewhere in my chest. I take a long, steady breath, trying to shut down the storm of thoughts raging in my head. I want to tell her everything that’s been building up inside me but fear clamps down tight.
