Chapter Seven
SERENITY VEYLOR-KORVEN
I’d been waiting for this moment for so fucking long. I wanted so badly to be fucked and ruined that I prepared myself for it, hoping my husband would show up one night and want something from me besides vengeance.
But he never came.
Still, I wanted to be ready if things ever changed, so I taught myself everything, practiced on silicone dicks of every size, watched tutorials, and learned to let my own hunger take control.
The more I practiced, the more I started wanting it, imagining Konflict finally touching me.
But the months kept dragging, my frustration grew, and I realized after the gala that I was done waiting.
With one month left before whatever fate he chose for me, I decided I’d die satisfied, because that was the only thing I could still control.
And fuck, after tasting that escort’s dick, I knew I wanted more of him.
I didn’t know why everything about him reminded me of Konflict.
It was almost cruel how much Knox felt like the man I’d always wanted but could never have.
Konflict would never touch me, not with all that rage inside of him.
But this stranger touched me like he’d been starving for me his whole life.
He kissed me with authority and possession, pulling every sound and shiver out of me, giving me everything I’d secretly wanted.
For the first time in eleven months, I wasn’t invisible.
I was a woman being taken and claimed just the way I’d always begged for.
And if tonight was all I ever got with him, then I was taking every fucking second of it.
His mouth dragged down my neck—slow at first, then deeper, hotter, rougher, every kiss pressing me harder to his body until my breath hitched in my throat.
“How you wanna get fucked tonight?” he murmured against my lips.
“Hard,” I breathed, my whole body tightening around the word. “Wanna get fucked so hard.”
A dark sound rumbled out of him, a mix of approval and hunger, vibrating straight through my skin.
He grabbed my legs without warning and hooked them around his waist, dragging me closer until there was no space left between us. My nightie and thong didn’t hide shit, so when his bare dick pressed right against my center, I felt every inch of him burning through the fabric.
He lined himself up, grinding his bare length along the soaked line of my pussy.
The thin fabric of my thong was the only thing between us.
The friction jolted through me, making my hips move on their own, rolling against him in some desperate move.
A low groan tore out of him when he felt me grinding back, then before I could blink, he hauled me up and laid me on the bed, his gaze locked on mine.
He dropped his mouth to my neck again, licking and biting, marking me slow.
Each drag of his lips made my back arch while my hands clutched at him, silently begging him not to stop.
His weight pressed down harder, his breath warm on my skin, and all I could think about was how badly I wanted him inside me.
“Fuck me,” I whispered it first, then said it louder, shameless, breathless—already half gone. “Fuck me, please.”
“You don’t run shit here, baby. You had your time where I let you lead. Now I’m the boss, okay?”
His voice scraped against my ear, right before he bit it, sending a sharp breath tearing out of my lungs.
“I’m going to ruin you all night long. Body and soul,” he murmured against my skin, his lips trailed down my neck, heat and teeth mixing in a way that shot straight through me. “Only thing you do now is take it. You hear me?”
His lips found the side of my throat and he devoured me there—kiss after kiss, messy and unrestrained, leaving a mark so bold it felt carved into me. I felt the pull of it all the way down my body, a hot, aching throb that made my breath stumble.
“Hmmmm, fuck…” I moaned, the sound slipping out of me raw as he sucked another bruise into my skin, right where anyone could notice tomorrow.
“Yeah, baby,” he whispered against my skin, voice ruined with need. “You taste so fucking good. I could eat you for days.”
“Fuck yes.”
He growled in my ear, mouth dragging down, lips claiming every inch of me, owning the map and every road led to sin.
When he hit my nipples he just stopped and stared, hungry as a wolf.
The way he palmed my tits together, one big mouthful for him to feast on, sent a bolt straight to my clit.
Then his tongue was on me. Wet, slow, circling, licking.
He sucked greedily on my nipples, until I was shaking, losing my whole fucking mind in the heat of his mouth.
“Jesus. This is so fucking good Knox…”
He didn’t stop. Licking, pinching, sucking, then lower—fuck, so much lower.
He kissed a slow, dangerous path down my stomach, his mouth pausing everywhere, scattering heat like he meant to set my skin on fire.
Each kiss got wetter, messier—teeth scraping, tongue flicking—marking me everywhere he could.
His hand slid over my thong, forcing my thighs apart.
The soaked fabric was pressed tightly against my pussy and every nerve was firing, desperate for more.
But instead of tasting me, his lips hovered just above my sweet spot.
He traced my outline, nose and mouth close, letting his breath ghost over my slit, breathing me in, teasing the heat through the thin, wet fabric.
He made me ache for his tongue but never gave in.
Not yet.
He pressed his palm to my pelvis, holding me down, then bit at my clit, making me gasp. My hips jerked up, desperate and wild, moving on their own, begging him not to stop, not even for a second.
“This pussy smells so fucking good. She’s dripping for me already eh?”
“Knox…”
He peeled my thong off slowly. His lips brushed the inside of my thighs, gentle and fierce at the same damn time. By the time his mouth was on my pussy, my legs were open, begging for his tongue. He licked up my slit, slow and filthy, then groaned deep in his throat, already starving to taste more.
“Fuuuck!! This shit is the sweetest thing I ever tasted.” His voice vibrated against my pussy. “I’m eating this all night, baby. Feed me. I want every damn drop you got.”
Then he sucked my clit, tongue swirling, lapping me up as if he’d been starving for this for years. I couldn’t hold back. My hands clawed at the sheets, hips rolling up for more, chasing his mouth, chasing that next wave breaking through me.
“Oh my God… Knox…” It slipped out, raw and wild, my voice barely even mine anymore.
He didn’t slow down, didn’t let me breathe.
He was relentless, torturing me, slow then fast. His tongue slipped inside, twisting and curling until electricity shot through my nerves.
My body arched off the bed, thighs trembling around his head.
I was shaking, gasping, so close to breaking.
I lost all fucking control, lost in the heat, in him, in the way his mouth owned me.
Nothing in my life had ever felt this good.
Nothing.
“Konflict…” I moaned, too far gone to stop myself.
He froze.
I froze too, my heart beating wildly.
Fuck. What have I done?
He looked up, the heat in his eyes nearly burning me alive.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to—” I started.
He just watched me, hunger burning even hotter. Surprisingly, he wasn’t mad. No, I could see the lust in his eyes—he actually liked hearing me call him that. For a second, I could swear he wanted to be my husband, if only for tonight.
“Call me whatever you want. Any name. I don’t give a fuck. Don’t hold back, baby.”
Then he dove back in, hungry. His lips mouth onto my clit, licking me faster, harder, sucking until every nerve in my body was shaking.
“Oh fuckkkkkkkk…” I tried to squirm away, thighs trembling from the shock.
His grip tightened, his fingers digging into my hips, holding me down like he owned me. “You’re not going anywhere. Stay still, baby. Let me eat you.”
He went harder. Tongue all over my clit, sucking and biting so fast all my nerves sang.
“Oh shit!! I... my God… I can’t…” I screamed, pleasure crashing through me.
“Come for me, baby. Give me all you got.”
Pleasure built inside me and I snapped apart, raw lightning tearing right through my chest. I came hard, mouth open, clutching the sheets, my whole body was shaking as if he was pulling the last piece of light from my soul.
“Yeah… that’s it. That’s my girl… This is what I fucking love. Seeing you fall apart for me. Nothing feels better than watching you break like that, baby.”
He didn’t let me go. Kept licking me, slow and thorough, not wasting a single drop, dragging his tongue through everything I gave him.
“Oohh… Yes…”
“Hmmm… Your juices are just so sweet. Give me more Mama. Just like that… You’re doing sooooo good baby.”
And I gave him more, and more, and more.
I kept coming on his tongue until I was finally empty, my body limp and shaking.
He stood up, mouth glossy with me, then bent to hook his arms under me and lifted me off the bed like I weighed nothing. My head dropped against his shoulder, still trying to catch my breath, my body boneless in his hold.
He climbed onto the bed with me in his arms and settled us down. My back pressed tight to his chest, his body hot and solid behind me. His legs slid between mine, spreading me open again. His hands were everywhere, holding me together when I felt like I’d melt through his arms.
“Open up for me, baby. Coming once doesn’t mean I’m done with you. I’m just getting started. Is it true this pussy’s been on vacation for too long?” he asked, his mouth right by my ear.
His hand slid between my thighs, fingers finding my pussy, still soaked and twitching from the orgasm he’d just ripped out of me.
“Y-Yes… Hmm… for so long…”