Chapter 41 #2
“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me, beauty.
” He put me down and stood under the shower with a soft smile.
Knox usually had these wicked smiles, teasing smiles, unhinged smiles, stalkery smiles, or an amused smile on his face.
But a soft smile? Those were rare. A smile that told me he loved being adored by me.
I promised myself to show him more of my feelings for him as I picked up a washcloth and poured a generous amount of body wash onto it. I stepped closer to him, and his hard cock pushed against my belly. I gave his cock a small stroke, pulling a sexy grunt out of him.
With steady hands, I scrubbed away every speck of blood from his arms, his beautiful hands, his neck, his chest. I washed his cock, the top of his thighs, and the bottom of his feet.
His chest heaved as he kept his fists clenched tight, his gaze never straying away from me. I was his singular focus, and he was mine.
As I scrubbed his strong back, the overwhelming need to claim him pushed me to press my lips along his skin.
I licked and sucked and nipped at his skin, rubbing the washcloth over his perfect fucking butt.
His rough groans were the perfect background music to the daze of arousal woven into the hot mist around us.
I faced him with the shampoo in my palms and looked up at his burning gaze. “Kneel.”
Without a word, he dropped to his knees. With a rough growl, he closed his large palms along my waist and looked at the floor. Slowly, I rubbed the shampoo into his hair, scrubbing his scalp until his head was covered in suds.
Grabbing the handheld sprayer, I washed his hair. The soap suds traveled down his body, caressing his skin, almost making me jealous.
Once I was done, I moved closer to his face, and without having to ask, he sucked my tits into his mouth, pulling a sharp cry out of my lips. “Knox.”
He rubbed his stubble along the smooth skin of my breasts, sending sharp bursts of pleasure down my core. “Nobody has ever taken care of me like this.”
I grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, so he sucked my nipples hard, the way I liked it. I ran my fingers through his wet hair and said, “Nobody, except me, ever will. Only I get to take care of you.”
A loud groan mixed with a delightful chuckle washed over my skin. “Sounds perfect.”
With that, he grabbed my ass and pushed me against the cool wall, slamming his cock inside me in one smooth glide.
My eyes rolled back in my head as pleasure tore through my mind like a tsunami.
His thick cock stretched me in the most delicious way, hitting that spot inside me that had my toes curling.
He thrust inside me like a man starving, pounding me like his life depended on it. Ecstasy soared through my body as I let him consume me, his lips licking and sucking and fucking my mouth. He bit my lip. “Mine. You’re mine, Tara.”
I writhed on his cock, feeling every delicious, thick inch inside of me, pleasure skyrocketing through my veins, turning my blood hotter. “Harder,” I screamed inside his mouth, that edge of the cliff moving impossibly closer.
He growled, and with unimaginable strength, he pinned me to the wall by my inner thighs, stretching me completely open for him, and slammed inside me harder and harder, until I flew off that razor-sharp cliff, headfirst into the blinding rush of unimaginable pleasure.
My vision turned white, my toes curled, and my nails dug into his back as wave after wave of my orgasm squeezed his cock.
His palm slapped the wall at the side of my head as his own orgasm consumed him.
With his head thrown back, his hips slammed into me in wild, uncontrolled thrusts, his cock shooting ropes of his cum inside me.
“Stay,” I whispered along his lips, needing to feel him inside me—my mind, my body, my fucking soul, not ready to part.
Right now, right here, in the warmth of his arms, I felt like we were one, bound by a powerful force.
Like he was inside me, and I was inside him.
Our connection was so strong, so infinite, nothing could ever break us.
If something ever happened to me, he’d catch me, and if anything ever harmed him, I’d burn the world down for him.
“As long as you want, my little criminal.”
My lips stretched in a smile as I remembered the days when he was hunting me. I nudged my nose along his, giving it a quick nip. “Look who’s talking, my cold-blooded murderer.”
His smile was pure darkness and gloating. “Hey, I only murder those who threaten you, harm you, touch you, punch you, disrespect you, or look at you wrong. Or the ones you order me to.”
“Just them, huh?”
“I’m not a monster.”
A giggle escaped me, and I gave him a quick peck on the lips. “You are. But you’re my monster.”
His cock slipped out of me, and I shivered. He pressed a soft kiss on my head. “Always, my little beauty.”
He washed my hair, then washed my body, babying me until my fingertips were all pruney.
By the time we got ready and went downstairs, Naomi, Lena, Sloane, and Samaira were all drinking coffee at the dining table.
Sloane looked freshly showered as she gave me a wink. “That was definitely more than twenty minutes.”
Sami was in a surly mood. “Can we go home now? Two of you got to kill someone, and two of you got to have sex. I got fucking nothing. I need Dom.”
I fucking loved seeing Sami in love. Before meeting Dom, she would’ve been a grumpy older sister who would go home, laze around, and train after a mission.
Now, she had a man who was waiting for her back home, who adored her, and would definitely make her forget that she didn’t get to participate in the killing spree today.
My eyes turned to Knox, and I found him watching me with a small smile on his face.