“Oh God. OhGod…”
I licked a long stripe through her folds, gathering her arousal on my tongue, groaning at the taste of her. Sweet. Musky. Addictive. I’d spent years starving, and she was the meal I’d been craving.
I planned to take my time.
I alternated between slow, teasing licks and focused pressure, reading her body like a map. Learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her thighs clamp around my ears.
When I slid one finger inside her, she nearly levitated off the bed.
Her back arched sharply. “Knox!”
“That’s it, Princess.” I curled my finger, searching, and when I found that spot that made her whole body jolt, I grinned against her flesh. “There it is.”
I added a second finger. Pumped slowly. Let her feel every inch as I stretched her, prepared her for what was coming.
She was so tight. So wet. So goddamn responsive. Every touch pulled a sound from her; every stroke made her clench around my fingers.
I sucked her pink nub into my mouth and pressed hard against that spot inside her, and sheshattered.
Her orgasm hit like a wave breaking, her whole body seizing, her thighs pressing against my ears, her voice breaking on my name. I held her through it, licking her through every tremor,every aftershock, until she was limp and panting and tears were leaking from the corners of her eyes.
I kissed the inside of her thigh. Her hip. Her stomach.
“You okay?” I asked softly.
She let out a laugh that was half sob. “Okay? Knox, I think I blacked out for a second.”
I chuckled, kissing my way back up her body. “Good. Ready for more?”
She looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “I don’t think I can survive more. And yes.”
“You’ll survive.” I positioned myself between her legs, the head of my erection nudging her entrance. “You’ll more than survive.”
I paused, realizing I hadn’t thought ahead. Fuck.
As if sensing my hesitation, she panted, “I’m on birth control. And I’ve been tested.”
“I’ve been tested.” I pressed forward just an inch, feeling her heat begin to envelop me. “And I haven’t had sex in years.”
She let out a breathless laugh.
I pushed another inch. Felt her walls stretching around me, so tight, so hot, so fuckingperfectthat I had to stop and breathe or I was going to lose it right there.
“Holy hell,” she whispered, her eyes wide. “You’re so big.”
I pressed my forehead to hers, sweat already beading at my temples. “Breathe for me, Princess.”
She inhaled. Exhaled. And I sank deeper.
Inch by agonizing inch. Stopping when she tensed. Waiting when she needed to adjust. Swallowing her whimpers with kisses.
When I finally bottomed out, when I was buried so deep inside her that I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began, we both went still.
Her eyes locked on to mine.
And something warm spread through my body.
“You feel like heaven,” I said, my voice rough with emotion. “After fourteen years of hell, Harper, you feel like fuckingheaven.”
