Chapter 22 Knox
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Knox
I woke up surrounded by warmth, the happiest I’d been in weeks.
Even before I opened my eyes, I knew why. It was because she was here. Lina. Basilinna Winters. My wife. My fucking mate. The woman I had almost lost forever, the woman who’d clawed her way back to me. And right now, the woman who was pressed against my body in the most perfect way possible.
I blinked slowly, adjusting to the morning light filtering through the curtains. We were spooning, her back to my chest, her ass nestled against my hips. She wasn’t facing me.
I didn’t like that. Not one fucking bit.
My arm tightened around her waist, yanking her closer until there was no space left between us. I buried my nose in her hair and inhaled, filling my lungs with her scent. Coffee and vanilla and something uniquely Lina. The smell of home.
I started pressing soft kisses to wherever I could reach.
Her cheek, smooth under my lips. The shell of her ear, nipping light.
The curve of her shoulder, tongue flicking out to taste her skin.
My hand moved up and down her side, fingers tracing the dip of her waist, the swell of her hip, the firm length of her thigh, mapping every inch like I’d forgotten.
Then her ass shifted against my cock.
A low groan ripped from my chest. I was already half-hard just from waking up next to her, morning wood kicking in, but that grind sent all the blood surging south, my dick thickening fast.
Her ass moved again, deliberately.
“Lina,” I warned, my voice rough with sleep and arousal.
I heard her chuckle. And then she did it again, grinding back against me on purpose, slow and teasing, her cheeks parting around my shaft, rubbing the length through the cleft.
In one swift move, I flipped her onto her back and pinned her under me, my body caging hers, knees bracketing her hips. Her eyes went wide, staring up with shock and that spark of amusement that always got me.
“You think that’s funny?” I asked, dipping my head to nip at her neck, teeth scraping the pulse point, sucking hard enough to mark.
“N... no,” she said, but she was still chuckling, her body shaking with laughter beneath mine.
I loved it. Loved seeing her smile, hearing her laugh. After a month of silence, of watching her lie motionless in that hospital bed, every sound she made felt like a gift. My chest filled with warmth just looking at her.
“I’m kissing you and you’re laughing?” I raised an eyebrow at her, trying to look stern. “That needs to be punished.”
Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Punished?”
“Punished.”
Before she could respond, I was moving, rolling us over until she was on top of me. My hands went right to her hips, fingers digging into the soft skin there, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.
She let out a small surprised breath, her tits brushing my chest as she shifted. I didn’t give her time to think. I slid my palms up her sides, then grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing hard enough to feel the give in her flesh. Fuck, she felt good in my hands.
I guided her up my body, inch by inch, her knees sliding along the sheets on either side of my torso.
Her pussy dragged over my stomach, leaving a wet trail on my skin.
I could smell her already, that musky scent hitting me, making my cock twitch hard against my abdomen.
She stopped when her thighs framed my ribs, looking down at me with those wide eyes.
She looked down at me with surprise. “Knox?”
I smiled up at her, knowing exactly how wicked I looked. “Sit on my face, baby.”
Her face went red, cheeks heating under my stare. “I...”
“No arguing,” I cut her off, my grip tightening on her ass.
I yanked her forward, pulling her up until her knees settled on either side of my head.
The mattress dipped under her weight, and her pussy hovered right above my mouth, close enough that I felt the heat radiating off her.
Her lips were already parted, pink and swollen, a bead of her wetness glistening at the entrance.
I didn’t wait. My hands clamped down harder, thumbs pressing into the crease where her ass met her thighs, and I pulled her down.
Her pussy lips spread open against my mouth, wet and hot, smearing her juices across my lips and chin.
The first lick was flat and broad, my tongue dragging from her entrance up to her clit.
Fuck, she always tasted like fucking goddess’s elixir, her flavor exploding on my tongue, coating it thick.
I groaned into her, the vibration making her hips jerk.
“Oh god,” Lina gasped above me, her thighs starting to shake on either side of my face. I could feel the muscles tense under my hands.
I licked her again, slower this time, taking my time to trace every fold.
My tongue pushed between her outer lips first, feeling the soft, slick skin give way, then dipped into the inner ones, tasting the crease where she was wettest. She was dripping now, her arousal leaking out, running down my chin and onto my neck.
I savored it, rolling the taste around my mouth.
My nose bumped against her clit as I worked lower, the hard little nub throbbing against me.
I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, light at first, just enough to make her squirm. She tried to press down, but I held her steady, controlling the pressure. Her breaths came faster, ragged, filling the room along with the wet sounds of my tongue moving over her.
“Knox, please...” she begged, her voice breaking, hands gripping the headboard so hard the wood creaked.
Fuck, I loved that sound, the way she needed me. I loved when she begged.
It made my cock throb, leaking pre-cum onto my stomach, but I ignored it.
This was about her first. I sealed my lips around her clit, sucking hard, pulling it into my mouth with a pop.
Her whole body jerked, thighs clamping down on my ears, muffling the world except for her moans.
I felt her pulse against my tongue, fast and insistent.
Her hips started moving then, grinding down, rubbing her pussy over my face like she couldn’t help it.
She rode my tongue with wet, desperate motions, her juices spreading everywhere.
I let her ride me, my tongue thrusting up to meet her, fucking into her entrance shallow at first, then deeper.
Inside, she was tight, walls clenching around the intrusion, more wetness flooding out with each push.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmured against her flesh, the words vibrating into her skin. “Use my fucking face. Take what you need. Grind that pussy on me.”
She moaned deep, rocking harder, her ass cheeks flexing under my fingers.
I dug in deeper, spreading her wider, thumbs pulling her lips apart so I could get at her better.
The air hit her exposed clit, and she shivered, a fresh gush of wetness hitting my tongue.
I plunged my tongue inside her fully now, thrusting in and out, mimicking what my cock would do later. She was so wet it was sloppy.
“Knox!” she cried out, her back arching away from me, tits thrusting up. I could see them from below, nipples hard and dark, bouncing with her movements.
I ate her with everything I had, like I was starving, no holding back.
Tongue lashing her clit, then diving back inside to lap up every drop.
Sucking on her folds, nipping lightly with my teeth, feeling her jolt each time.
My face was soaked, chin slick, the taste of her everywhere, addictive as fuck.
I could feel her getting close, her thighs quivering harder, pussy starting to pulse around nothing.
“I’m going to... Knox, I’m... fuck, don’t stop,” she panted, her voice high and broken.
I didn’t. I sucked her clit hard again and flicked my tongue rapid-fire against the tip.
Fast, relentless, feeling it swell even more under the assault.
At the same time, I slid one hand up, two fingers pushing into her alongside my tongue.
I curled them up, rubbing that rough spot inside, the one that made her buck wild.
She screamed my name as she came, loud enough it echoed off the walls, her thighs clamping so tight around my head I saw stars.
I drank down everything she gave me, lapping at her through the aftershocks.
She shook above me, hips jerking erratic, moans turning to sobs as I kept going, licking through the spasms, fingers pumping slow to draw it out.
Her body went rigid, then limp, thighs releasing my head bit by bit. I felt the blood rush back to my ears, her weight sagging as she trembled.
I lifted her off my face carefully, hands sliding to her waist, and laid her down on the mattress beside me. She panted hard, chest rising and falling fast, eyes half-lidded and glassy, skin marked with red from where I’d gripped her.
“That was...” she started, trying to catch her breath.
“Not done,” I said, my voice rough.
My cock ached, hard as steel, as I positioned her on her knees, grabbing her by the waist. She let out a soft yelp, but went with it, her body loose from the orgasms I’d just pulled out of her.
I pushed her shoulders down until her face pressed into the pillow, cheek squished against the fabric, her hair spilling out messy around it.
Her ass lifted up high, knees spreading wide on the mattress, thighs parting to show me everything.
Her pussy was right there, lips puffy and red from my mouth, still leaking her cum mixed with my spit.
The sight hit me hard, my cock throbbed, the head already slick.
Fuck, I needed to be inside her now, claim her all the way.