A tear slipped down her temple. “Knox …”
I kissed it away. Kissed her cheek. Her jaw. Her lips.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered. “I’ve got you.”
And then I pulled back and thrust home.
She cried out, but when I froze, worried I’d hurt her, she shook her head frantically. “No. No, don’t stop. Please, Knox.Take me.”
I remembered one of my fantasies then. I drew her ankles up, hooked them over my shoulders, and changed the angle. Deeper. Fuller.
She moaned.
I grabbed her hips and looked down, watching myself disappear into her, coated in her arousal, sliding out and slamming back in. The sight alone nearly undid me.
But it was her face that wrecked me.
The ecstasy. The trust. The love.
I found my rhythm. Deep, powerful thrusts that made the headboard slam against the wall, made the handcuffs rattle, made her breasts bounce with every impact.
“Look at me,” I commanded.
Her eyes fluttered open.
“I want you to see who’s making you feel this.” I punctuated the words with a thrust that made her cry out. “I want you to see who’s going to make you come.”
“Knox …” She was babbling now, incoherent, her head thrashing against the pillow.
I brought my thumb to her center and began to circle. “That’s it, Princess. Let go for me.”
Her body started to shake. Her walls fluttered around me. She was close. So fucking close.
“You’re mine, Harper.” I thrust harder. Deeper. Pressed harder against her tight heat, swirling the bundle of nerves. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Again.”
“I’m yours, Knox. I’myours.”
She came with a scream that I was pretty sure the whole neighborhood heard. Her back bowed off the bed in a deep arch, her inner walls clenching around me like a vise, milking me, pulling me over the edge with her.
My release roared through me like a freight train. I buried myself to the hilt and came so hard, my vision whited out, my roar echoing off the walls, my hips jerking as I spilled inside her.
When the aftershocks finally faded, we lay there, panting, our skin slick with sweat.
I was still inside her. Still didn’t want to leave.
“Holy shit,” she breathed.
“Yeah.” I released her legs and positioned myself back on top of her.
“Holy shit.”
I laughed. A sound I barely recognized coming from my own throat.
“Where’s the key?” I asked.
