Chapter 21 Savi
TWENTY-ONE
SAVI
My fingernails rake down his chest as I take him deep again. I love seeing his eyes on me with such an unbridled passion, only spurring on my desire to make him come undone for me.
I’ve never had this much control with him before, and I find myself wanting to explore just how much my body can take from him.
Lifting up on my knees, I ride him harder as his fingers dig into my waist, guiding me even more onto him.
“Just like that, sunshine,” he growls, and that sound alone turns me on even more. “Go as hard as that sweet pussy of yours can take. I want you to fuck me until you can’t anymore.”
My breasts bounce with each movement, and his eyes darken as he watches me. His hands leave my waist, wandering up my stomach toward my chest. He squeezes my breasts hard before pinching my nipples, sending an electric current straight between my legs.
“Knox,” I moan, closing my eyes and arching back to give him better access to all of me.
“I love hearing you say my name when I’m deep inside you,” he says, his voice low and full of authority as his hands leave my breast and venture to my neck.
His palms cover my throat as he grabs the back of my neck, interlacing his fingers. My movements slow down as I savor the feel of him and enjoy the feeling of his hands, adding a whole other level of forbidden pressure.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. Squeezing my neck with just the right amount of control that causes my body to bend to his every will.
To give someone this much trust over me is a high unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
It’s a complete surrender, but also a feeling of being powerful all at the same time.
“You like that, sunshine? To feel my hands possessively claim what is mine?” He asks, running his thumb over my bottom lip before dipping it inside.
My mouth closes around his finger as I suck it hard.
His head falls back on the pillow as his neck strains upwards in pure bliss, as I feel my walls squeeze him harder.
“More,” I moan, wanting to feel his hands stronger on me.
I love hearing him say I’m his, even if it is just in this moment.
His hands tighten, leaving me just enough room for air to squeeze by.
My thighs grip him harder as I dig my fingernails into the sides of his waist, and take him as deep as I possibly can.
“Jesus,” he growls, “you are going to wreck me.”
Keeping one hand securely around my throat, his other goes to where we are joined as he rubs my clit hard with his thumb.
“You’re going to cum for me, sunshine, when I tell you to. Not a second before,” he demands quietly.
I hold back the urge that’s building up inside me. Biting my lip, I focus on the sting it brings as I reel my body back from the edge. When I feel myself in control again, I nod, letting him know I’m listening.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, lessening the pressure of his hands on me as my body waits in a heightened state of arousal for his permission. I’m beginning to think he has an edging kink, and I fully intend to be in charge next time to see just how far I can take him.
His hands possess me again as the pressure increases. My body eagerly laps it up as I lift my hips again, taking him faster.
His eyes never leave me, and I know he’s studying every sign and signal that tells him I’m close. It’s erotic and torturous all at the same time as I get close to the edge again, only for him to back off.
“Please,” I whimper. “I need to cum, Knox,” I moan, moving slowly above him, willing to do anything to feel relief from this unsated ache.
“You begging me may just be my new favorite thing in this world to hear,” he grins wickedly. “More sunshine, and I just might give you what you want.”
“I hate you,” I mumble, causing him to chuckle.
“I already tried to get you to do that to make it easier on me. It didn’t work.”
“It’s working now,” I mutter, trying to move against his hand, but he locks me in place.
“Too late. I’m already balls deep in this sweet pussy. Not even hating me could keep me away now that I know what you feel like.”
His thumb circles my swollen bud, and another whimper escapes.
“Beg for me to make this pussy cum,” he says again in a low voice.
My hands find my breasts, and I squeeze them hard, trying to bring as much pleasure to myself as he does, but it’s useless. I want him and only him.
“Please, Knox,” I breathe, putting his hands on my chest. “Make me cum all over you.” My breasts fill his palms as he rolls my nipples between his fingers.
“Yes,” I moan, throwing my head back and sinking into his touch as he adds fuel to the fire he’s already lit inside. “Please don’t stop,” I pant.
“I was never going to,” he rasps out, as his hands dig into my flesh, bringing me down hard onto him.
“Oh, God…yes,” I cry as he hits areas inside me that build up the perfect storm. When he pinches my clit hard, a thousand sensations shoot through me, and a deep pull from my core has me closing my eyes in surrender to the feelings he’s pulling from me.
“Now,” he demands, pushing me over the edge as my body lets go for him as the storm hits me straight on.
I cry out his name as my walls greedily hold him in a tight, pulsing rhythm that has me seeing stars against the blinding onslaught of my orgasm.
His fingers grip me tightly, sure to leave their mark as a reminder of him barely holding on as he watches me surrender to the gift he’s given me.
When I finally collapse on top of him, he quickly flips us over as he pulls out and thrusts onto my stomach, covering me in his warm release.
“Savi…,” he groans, pulsing against my belly. His chest is heaving and broken out in a sweat as his body accepts my gift as well. Darkened blues focus on me as he looks at me lying there covered in his cum. His finger swipes through it, painting my breasts and neck before coating my bottom lip.
I swipe my tongue across it, and his salty taste that I know by heart now hits my taste buds. His eyes flash with something so primal and raw that I would sell my soul to see it again.
“For the record, I never once hated you,” I whisper, feeling my love for him so strong that I can’t hold it back from seeping through.
“I know,” he swallows. “Even when you were angry at something I did to push you away, I never felt anything but the one thing that scares the hell out of me to have.”
“I’m scared too,” I admit quietly.
“You should be scared of me.” He starts to move off of me, and I stop him.
“I’m not scared of you.” I search his eyes and see how badly he’s struggling with what he’s feeling.
“I’m scared you are going to quit on us before you even try.
I’m scared…” I swallow down the lump in my throat and pray this won’t make him run.
“I’m scared of how much I love you and that it won’t be enough to break down your walls.
I’m scared I’ll never get you to believe how much you deserve the love I want to give you,” I whisper, praying I can get through to him.
“Savi…don’t,” he breathes out painfully. The look in his eyes has me blinking back tears. “You shouldn’t waste your love on someone who doesn’t even know anymore if he’s capable of loving back.”
He gets up and walks to the bathroom before bringing a towel back with him.
“Here,” he says softly, handing it to me.
I quickly clean my chest before sitting up and watching him pull his boxer briefs back on.
“So that’s it?” I ask, feeling myself start to break. “You’re just going to walk away then and not even try?”
He’s quiet as he grabs the rest of his clothes off the floor.
“Knox, look at me. If you are going to walk away from me…from us, then at least have the fucking balls to look me in the eye when you do it,” I choke out, feeling the anger and sadness suffocate me.
He stops and finally lifts his eyes to mine, and I wish that he hadn’t. Gone are all the emotions he’s been letting me see for the past few weeks, and instead, his eyes are stone cold as his walls slam back up, leaving me shivering alone on the outside once again.
“This would have been a whole hell of a lot easier if you would have just hated me,” he says quietly, walking to the door.
“Don’t worry. You’re finally going to get what you’ve always wanted.” I snap out, hoping like hell this anger I’m feeling will overshadow the pain that wants to drown me.
He stops at my words and grips the doorframe as his head bows in defeat. His back is to me, hiding what he’s feeling from me.
“You’re a coward, Stone,” I say, not being able to stop the angry words from flowing to mask the pain I’m feeling.
“You get out on that ice and fight every damn day for your team…you fought for me when I didn’t have the strength,” I say, stifling back a sob because I know if I start crying, I’ll never stop, “but when it comes to fighting for yourself, you’re a fucking coward.
You just give up because it’s easier than letting yourself feel. ”
His hand curls around the door frame tighter, and every part of me wants to see him turn around and fight for himself…fight for us.
But he doesn’t.
He pries his fingers off the door and walks away. I hear a zipper being torn open in the other room before I hear him rummaging through his bag.
I fist the sheets tight to my chest and resist the urge to run to him and make him see the truth…make him see how wrong he is to walk away.
But I don’t.
Instead, I listen to his car roar to life and the silence that follows as only the ghost of him remains behind.
The scent of him still branded on my skin.
The touch of him still seared into my memory.
He’s right about one thing.
He did ruin me just like he said he would.
He’s taken hold of my heart, and something tells me I’ll never get it back.