Chapter 24
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THAT NIGHT, THEY MADE love slow and sweet.
Their passion-fueled time in the bedroom earlier was replaced by something soft and more tender.
Knox slowly stripped her down, kissing her everywhere.
She tugged at his clothes, admiring his chiseled chest, hard muscles, and throbbing cock.
He was athletic and muscled but so damn gentle with her.
Knox had grabbed a box of condoms from his bag, tossing it onto her nightstand. “Ambitious,” she joked, noting he’d brought the entire box.
His cock bobbed. “He’s eager to get inside you,” Knox teased. But then he pinned her to the mattress, kissing her breathless. “And I’m eager to make love to the woman I’ve fallen for.”
Tears smarted her eyes as she looked up at him.
Knox kissed her gently. “I love you, Quinn. You’re smart, fearless, kind, and absolutely gorgeous. You’re everything I’ve been looking for. When I realized you’d been kidnapped, it nearly killed me. I’m so damn grateful we found you.”
She reached up, cupping his face with her hands. The stubble on his jaw rubbed against her palms, and she thrilled at his words and touch. Knox was gruffly masculine, sensitive, yet commanding. Loyal. Brave. And he was hers. “I still can’t believe you flew across the world looking for me.”
“Nothing would’ve stopped me,” he swore.
She smiled up at him, a stray tear rolling down her cheek, which Knox quickly thumbed away. “I love you, too, Knox. So much that it scares me.”
He took one of her hands, kissing the palm. “I’ll never hurt you. I know how lucky I am. You could have any man you want, and you’re here with me.”
“I only want you,” she promised, her heart fluttering.
He lowered his head, kissing her passionately.
Thoroughly. Both of their hands roamed, Quinn exploring Knox’s interesting dips and muscles, Knox taking his time to kiss and caress all her curves.
When she pleaded for him to finally make love to her, he sheathed himself, rolling atop her once more.
Quinn felt his cock twitch against her bare thigh, Knox already rock hard and ready.
His hand slid to her sex, finding her wet.
“You’re ready for me,” he said, trailing his fingers through her slick folds.
She flushed, and he flashed her a hot look.
Knox shifted so his hard length was resting against her pussy lips. “You need my cock, angel?” he asked, growling as she shamelessly rubbed against him.
He gripped her hands, pinning them to the mattress, and held himself above her. She whimpered helplessly, the ache in her growing. “You’re such a good girl,” he said, ducking to kiss her lips. Her breasts. Her nipples. He licked one, teasing her. “I love how responsive you are.”
“I need...I need—”
She whimpered again, feeling his male hardness move over her. She felt empty inside, her pussy clenching down around nothing. She needed to be filled. Claimed.
“Knox,” she pleaded.
He lined himself up, the tip of his thick cock notching at her entrance. “You need me to fill this pretty pussy?” he asked, his voice gruff.
“Yes. Please,” she whimpered as he held himself there, driving her out of her mind.
Quinn gasped as he slowly took her, edging inside.
He paused for only a moment and then took her in one smooth stroke, stretching her inner walls and filling her completely.
Knox was big everywhere. Hard. He stilled as she adjusted to his size, the exquisite fullness nearly too much to bear.
Knox soothed her with gentle kisses, his thumb reaching down to gently strum her clit.
Gradually, she began to relax around him.
“You’re tight,” he said, giving her one gentle thrust.
“You’re big,” she countered.
“Relax, sweet girl,” he told her, slowly beginning to thrust while he rubbed her clit.
Shockwaves coursed through her, the dual sensations already building.
He pumped in and out, gradually speeding up as she let out a moan of pleasure.
Knox shocked her by gripping her knee and pushing it up toward her chest, stretching her wider for him.
The new angle allowed him to hit a different spot deep inside, and sparks of pleasure shot through her every time he bottomed out.
“Knox, Knox!” she cried.
“Such a good girl,” he crooned, circling her clit with his thumb as he thrust harder. “Look how well you’re taking me. You were made to be mine.”
She glanced down to where they were joined, blushing. Her pussy was slick and swollen, Knox’s hard cock penetrating her. Thrusting. Claiming. There was fire in his eyes, and a fresh wave of heat bloomed within her.
“Say you’re mine,” he told her.
He bucked faster, harder, Quinn crying out in pleasure.
“Say that you’re mine,” he ordered.
“I’m yours!” she cried out as he lightly pinched her clit, overwhelmed with pure pleasure.
Knox’s muscles rippled as he moved, and she was helpless to do anything but go along for the ride. He thrust faster, making her rise higher and higher. She was panting, repeatedly chanting his name.
“Come for me now,” he urged. “Come on my cock, sweet girl.” Quinn felt her inner walls spasming, and as his cock touched that secret place inside once more, she screamed, clamping down around him as she came and came.
Knox captured her cries with his mouth, bucking harder until he hardened impossibly more.
“Quinn,” he rasped, stilling for a moment as he came, too.
She could feel his dick throbbing inside her, the condom catching his seed.
Thoughts swirled in her mind of them someday making a baby.
Lots of babies. Having kids. Sharing a life.
Quinn clutched onto him, suddenly overwhelmed with emotions. Knox kissed her softly, brushing his lips over her temple, her cheek, her mouth. “I love you,” he said, his voice deep with emotion as his dark eyes found hers.
“I love you, too,” she said, clinging to him tightly, Knox still buried deep inside her. “I love you so much.”
After he’d taken care of the condom and they’d settled into bed once more, Quinn snuggled up in Knox’s strong arms. His hand ran down the back of her head, his lips brushing over her hair. She felt sated and sleepy, but a trace of worry still lingered in the back of her mind.
“You never finished telling me about that text earlier,” she reminded him.
Knox stiffened then blew out a breath. “Fuck. Yeah. It was from Holt. Facial recognition caught Adam Qureshi flying into Boston.”
“Boston?” she asked in shock. “I thought he couldn’t get back in the country.”
“Yeah, well, someone fucked up,” Knox said, his voice bitter. “He’s on the no-fly list, but somehow, he got in anyway. The government notified us immediately. I didn’t want to worry you earlier, but hell. He’s back in the States.”
“Does he know someone in TSA or Customs?” she wondered. “Does he have another fake ID or passport?”
“I don’t know. Holt is looking into all of that. I’ll plan to stay here at night or bring you back to my place. I don’t want to leave you alone every night, unprotected, until he’s brought in.”
Quinn shuddered in his arms, Knox immediately tightening his embrace. “Do you think he’ll try to find me?” she asked.
“I don’t know what to think,” Knox admitted. “But if he dares come anywhere near you, he’s a dead man.”