Chapter 52 Knox #2
I settled between her thighs, spreading her legs wider, and looked up the length of her body. At her heaving chest. Her flushed cheeks. Her wrists bound above her head.
A goddess, shackled and spread open for me.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I said.
And then I lowered my mouth to her center and feasted.
She cried out, her hips bucking against my face, but I gripped her thighs and held her open. Held her still. Let my tongue trace slow, lazy circles around her swollen bundle of nerves while she squirmed and begged.
“Oh God. Oh God …”
I licked a long stripe through her folds, gathering her arousal on my tongue, groaning at the taste of her. Sweet. Musky. Addictive. I’d spent years starving, and she was the meal I’d been craving.
I planned to take my time.
I alternated between slow, teasing licks and focused pressure, reading her body like a map. Learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her thighs clamp around my ears.
When I slid one finger inside her, she nearly levitated off the bed.
Her back arched sharply. “Knox!”
“That’s it, Princess.” I curled my finger, searching, and when I found that spot that made her whole body jolt, I grinned against her flesh. “There it is.”
I added a second finger. Pumped slowly. Let her feel every inch as I stretched her, prepared her for what was coming.
She was so tight. So wet. So goddamn responsive. Every touch pulled a sound from her; every stroke made her clench around my fingers.
I sucked her pink nub into my mouth and pressed hard against that spot inside her, and she shattered.
Her orgasm hit like a wave breaking, her whole body seizing, her thighs pressing against my ears, her voice breaking on my name. I held her through it, licking her through every tremor, every aftershock, until she was limp and panting and tears were leaking from the corners of her eyes.
I kissed the inside of her thigh. Her hip. Her stomach.
“You okay?” I asked softly.
She let out a laugh that was half sob. “Okay? Knox, I think I blacked out for a second.”
I chuckled, kissing my way back up her body. “Good. Ready for more?”
She looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “I don’t think I can survive more. And yes.”
“You’ll survive.” I positioned myself between her legs, the head of my erection nudging her entrance. “You’ll more than survive.”
I paused, realizing I hadn’t thought ahead. Fuck.
As if sensing my hesitation, she panted, “I’m on birth control. And I’ve been tested.”
“I’ve been tested.” I pressed forward just an inch, feeling her heat begin to envelop me. “And I haven’t had sex in years.”
She let out a breathless laugh.
I pushed another inch. Felt her walls stretching around me, so tight, so hot, so fucking perfect that I had to stop and breathe or I was going to lose it right there.
“Holy hell,” she whispered, her eyes wide. “You’re so big.”
I pressed my forehead to hers, sweat already beading at my temples. “Breathe for me, Princess.”
She inhaled. Exhaled. And I sank deeper.
Inch by agonizing inch. Stopping when she tensed. Waiting when she needed to adjust. Swallowing her whimpers with kisses.
When I finally bottomed out, when I was buried so deep inside her that I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began, we both went still.
Her eyes locked on to mine.
And something warm spread through my body.
“You feel like heaven,” I said, my voice rough with emotion. “After fourteen years of hell, Harper, you feel like fucking heaven.”
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’m yours.”
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.
“Nightstand drawer.”
I reached over, pulled open the drawer, and my hand closed around the small metal key. But beside it, something else caught my eye.
A pink vibrator.
I held it up, one eyebrow raised.
She had the decency to blush. “I’ve been using that every night when I think about you.”
My eyes slammed shut. “Harper.”
“What?”
“You really shouldn’t have told me that.”
“Why?”
“Because now I’m going to be fantasizing about that.”
She grinned, slow and wicked. “Well, tonight’s not over.”
I stared at her. This woman. This beautiful, brave, surprising woman.
“You’re going to kill me, Princess.”
“Then you’ll die a happy man.”
I shook my head, unlocked her cuffs, and rubbed my thumbs gently over the faint marks on her wrists. “I need to feed you.”
“Oh?”
“You’re going to need your energy.” I leaned down, pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Because we’re going another round. And then another. And another.”
She rose up onto her knees, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me soft and slow.
“Promises, promises, Blackwood.”
“Come on. Let’s get some food.”
We spent the next three nights making love, waking up tangled in each other, eating breakfast together, and living in complete bliss. Had it not been for running low on groceries, I don’t think we’d have ever left her place.
Honestly, I would have gladly gone on a hunger strike, surviving on nothing but the sweet space between her thighs. That would have been my vote. Who needed food when you had a woman like Harper willing to stay in bed with you until the world ended?
But then her stomach growled loud enough to echo off the walls, and I knew I’d do anything to make her comfortable and well cared for.
Which was how, for the first time in fourteen years, I found myself grocery shopping.