Chapter 6
Knox
I trust you,
Three words. Three impossible words that echo through my skull as I press forward, the head of my cock notching against her entrance. Sarah looks up at me—no fear in those eyes. Just want.
I push in. Just the tip.
Her gasp fills the room. Her fingers dig into my biceps, nails biting crescents into my skin, and I freeze.
"You okay back there?"
"Yes." The word comes out breathless, broken. "Don't stop. Please, Knox."
I couldn't stop if I wanted to. The feral thing in my chest has slipped its chains completely, flooding my blood with heat and want. But I force myself to go slow. Inch by inch. Watching her face for any flicker of pain, ready to pull back the second she needs me to.
Her pussy grips me tighter than anything I've ever felt. Hot. Soaking wet. Squeezing around my cock like she never wants to let go. I grit my teeth and fight for control—all I want is to bury myself to the hilt and fuck her until neither of us remembers our own names.
But she's so small beneath me, and my body is built for war, not tenderness.
Another inch. Her back arches off the mattress, pressing those perfect breasts against my chest.
"God, Knox, you're so—"
"I know." I drop my forehead to hers, breathing hard. "Relax for me. Let me in."
Her scent floods my lungs—thick with arousal, rich with satisfaction. And underneath it, something else, like surrender. Like belonging.
I push deeper. Another inch. She moans, her hips lifting to meet me.
"Taking me so fucking good. Look at this perfect little pussy stretching around my cock."
I glance down between us. Watch my thick shaft disappearing inside her, her pink folds spreading wide to accommodate me. The visual nearly breaks me.
Another inch. Halfway in.
She wraps her legs around my hips, pulls me closer. "More. Give me more."
I thrust forward and seat myself completely.
Sarah cries out—not pain, pure pleasure—her inner walls clamping down on me as her whole body shudders. Thesensation rips a groan from my chest. So fucking tight. Her pussy squeezes me like a fist, fluttering and pulsing, and I have to hold perfectly still or I'll come before I've properly started.
"Knox—" My name breaks on her lips.
"I know, little human." I brush sweat-damp hair from her face. "Give yourself a second. Let your body adjust."
She breathes. Once. Twice. Then her hips rock against mine, testing the fullness.
"Move." Her nails rake down my back. "Please, I need you to move."
I pull back slow—dragging every inch of my cock along her sensitive walls—then thrust deep. Her moan echoes off the ceiling. I do it again and again. Finding a rhythm that makes her writhe beneath me, her hips lifting to meet every stroke.
"That's it." I grip her hip with one hand, anchoring her in place while I fuck into her deeper.
The wet sounds fill the room—slick and obscene. My cock drives into her pussy over and over, and she takes everything I give. Her scent thickens with every thrust. Arousal layered on satisfaction layered on raw need that makes the feral thing inside me want to roar.
I lean down and capture her mouth. Kiss her deep and filthy while my hips keep moving, swallowing every moan she feeds me. Her tongue slides against mine, desperate, and her hands grip my hair like she'll die if she lets go.
