Chapter 31 #2
Knox’s eyes darken, pupils blown wide at the sight of me. “Fuck,” he breathes, staring at the wine dripping from my nipples. “Look at those beautiful tits.”
My nerves go up in flames, and I’m so wet I’m sure my arousal will leak down my thighs any moment now.
Knox sets the bottle aside without tearing his gaze away from my wine-soaked skin.
Then he leans in.
His tongue flicks across the skin above my heart, following the path the wine carved.
He keeps licking, going down my cleavage, his mouth hot, his breath hotter.
My entire body trembles.
He grins against my skin, savoring my response, then he travels down to my right nipple and sucks it into his mouth. I moan as he sucks the wine off it with such decadent hunger my head thuds back.
A ragged sound breaks from my throat, and my breath stutters as he sucks harder and deeper. I don’t know where to put my hands, so they end up gripping his shoulders, trying to anchor myself while he steals every ounce of composure I have left.
“Oh God, Knox.”
He lifts his head just enough to meet my eyes and grins. “You taste better than anything I’ve ever had in my life.”
“That… can’t be true.” I try to catch my breath.
“Oh, it most certainly is, love.”
He kisses down the center of my stomach, following the last of the wine as it trickles toward my pussy.
Each slow brush of his lips punches air from my lungs.
Each pass of his tongue drags me deeper into the kind of need that makes rational thought impossible.
“Knox…” My voice shakes.
He drops to his knees and spreads my thighs wider. “Lean back, love. Let me finish my drink.”
Before I can move, his thumbs press gently into the soft crease of my thighs, guiding me open. Then he stares at my pussy and licks his lips before burying his head.
His tongue slides over the inside of my thigh, tasting the wine that dripped there.
He follows every stray line of it, licking slowly, possessively, until he reaches my clit.
I’m shaking so badly my heels slide on the counter. He steadies me with a hand on my hip, his fingers firm and grounding.
“Knox… please.”
He exhales a quiet laugh against my skin. “Already begging?” He presses a soft kiss to the tip of my clit, over the ache he’s building. “I’m just getting started.”
He dives back in, tracing his tongue from the very bottom of me all the way up in one long stroke that pulls a cry from my lungs.
My hand flies to his hair. “Oh… God—”
He groans into me, sucking harder, his tongue circling in slow, maddening patterns, like tasting me is the only thing he’s ever wanted.
The instant I feel the tug of sweet pleasure in my core, I come. It’s like a hammer to my gut. The sensation hits me hard, then pulls me under, right into that mindless delirium.
“That’s right. Let go for me.” He licks up my arousal, his mouth wet with wine and me. “I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”
I do let go. Of everything.
Everything except him. Knox flows through my body, no different from the blood in my veins.
He doesn’t stop drinking until I’m clean and aroused again, then he rises, standing tall.
“Your turn now, love. I want that pretty, little mouth of yours on my cock.”
My eyes find the big bulge straining against the front of his pants. He’s wearing joggers with nothing underneath, so one tug of his waistband frees his cock. His thick, very hard cock. The sight is enough to send fire streaking through my body again.
“Get on your knees and open your mouth for me.” His voice comes out rough and demanding.
With pleasure, I do as he asks, sliding to my knees, then opening my mouth.
He laces his fingers through my hair and smiles down at me. “Good girl. Now, suck my dick.”
I take him into my mouth, licking the tip to the base first before sucking.
He groans deeply, enjoying it. I inch up on my knees and suck more of him inside my mouth.
Knox pushes me down so I can take him even deeper, then he thrusts hard, fucking my face. He’s deep-throating me. My gag reflex protests, but I take him, savoring every hit that strikes the back of my throat.
I love the sounds of his groans and the fact that a woman like me can make a man like him feel such intense pleasure.
I can see it on his face each time he drives his cock deep inside my throat.
“Fucking hell, Isla. You’re so good at this.”
Tears sting my eyes as I try to give him more. I want him to unravel in my arms the way he always does to me. I want him to feel like every time is like the first, too.
But he pulls out, his cock hard and glistening with precum.
“I want to come inside your pussy,” he groans, lifting me to stand.
Turning me around, he bends me over the counter and positions himself behind. Before I can take another breath, he thrusts his cock into me.
God, it feels so good to have him inside me again.
He wraps my ponytail around his fist, and my head angles up. Then his maddening rhythm begins as he starts to fuck me.
Instantly, I lose my mind, and another wild orgasm takes me. I scream into the pleasure, relishing the way it lingers in every nerve of my body.
“Mine,” Knox whispers behind me. “My girl.”
I wish I could answer, but I wouldn’t know what to say. Words always fail me when he takes me to this mindless place.
Lost in the sensation, I allow myself to drift away and release the angst I’ve carried for so long. Once again I give my villain everything—heart, body, mind, soul.
The devil’s touch shouldn’t feel this good.
Devil?
And, villain?
I’m not so sure about that anymore.
The sounds of our groans and moans drift into the night, and the feeling of his skin on mine brands me.
I’m not ready for the next orgasm that rips me apart. Neither is he. As my walls clench, his cock throbs inside me, and he comes, too, tightening his grip on my hips.
Then he holds me. He holds me close as we climb down from the wild, sexual high.
When our breathing calms, he pulls out of me. His cum leaks down my thighs. I was about to grab some tissue and clean myself off, but he does it for me.
He crouches to wipe my leg, and I look down at him taking care of me.
Knox meets my gaze and smiles. “I hope I haven’t worn you out.”
“Not even a little bit.”
“Good.” He throws the tissue in the trash, tucks himself back in his pants, then scoops me up.
I gasp and giggle, resting my hands against his chest. “What are you doing to me now, Mr. Vale?”
“Something wild. Er.” Instead of carrying me back inside the house, he walks out to the beach.
“What could that be?”
“Skinny-dipping in the sea.” The moonlight catches the glint of sin in his eyes.
“You’re joking.”
“Now, you know I don’t joke, Mrs. Vale.”
I laugh and shake my head at him. “You are so crazy.”
“Only for you, love.”
He leans in and kisses me.
This is living—being with Knox and forgetting the world. I struggle to remember a time before him, when I just allowed myself to feel anything besides sadness and worry.
With him, there’s life.
I never expected to find such a thing with him.
And I don’t want to lose it. Ever.