Chapter Eighteen
Wild. Utterly uninhibited and ravenous. Braced on all fours with her moon-colored hair spilling down her back, Darya was pure primal temptress. A snow-white tigress eager for her claiming, but just as hungry for the fight.
And her hungry gaze was rooted solely on him.
Mine.
Knox jolted forward, catapulted out of every rational thought and spurred like some untamed beast intent on a wild hunt. In the space of seconds, he’d snagged a condom from the nightstand, flipped her to her back and pinned her thighs up and wide with his hands behind her knees. He couldn’t think. Didn’t want to. Only wanted her under him. Her skin against his, her mouth and tongue dueling with his and his cock buried inside her.
His cock lay thick and throbbing against the top of her sex, the soft patch of neatly trimmed curls whispering against the base of his shaft. He dropped the unopened condom on her belly, his heavy panting stirring the hair around her face. “Put it on me.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth rounded on a surprised O.
“You want to fuck, get me ready,” he growled. The command was hard. Likely too hard, but what little bit of his conscience was left was already strained to the breaking point. Too focused on keeping his strength in check and holding back his release.
She smiled, slow at first then deepening in its wickedness as she eagerly fumbled for the packet and got to work on her task.
His cock jerked in anticipation, the need to feel her nimble fingers working over him drawing his nuts up tight.
He couldn’t come. Not yet. Not until he was balls deep and her cunt milked him dry.
Quickly, she rolled the condom in place then gripped his hips. “Please.”
Those hands. Goddamn it, those hands of hers were going to kill him. More dangerous than her mouth, her touch had the power to bring him down. To draw him into that vulnerable place barbed with pain and disappointment.
He pinned her wrists with one hand above her head and slicked his cockhead through her folds. “That dildo make you feel good? Give you what you needed?”
She shook her head, her pelvis lifting in invitation. “No.” Her eyes closed and the rest of her words came out on a low groan. “Never enough.”
He notched himself inside her and gripped her thigh, angling her hips for maximum penetration. “No,” he said, eyes rooted to her sex. “I’m what you need. My cock.” He powered deep and her back bowed off the bed, the sweetest cry of relief bouncing off the walls around them.
Nothing else mattered. Not the loss of his carefully cultivated distance. Not his fears or the twisted past that had created them. Only the heat of her. The flutters rippling around his dick and the scent of sex. Over and over, he pounded into her, her breasts jiggling with each merciless stab and her hips undulating against his.
She opened her eyes, the slow and weighted movement unveiling her bright blue eyes like a goddamn gift from the heavens. A healing benediction that burrowed straight to his soul. “Knox.” So much said with one word. Hope. A plea. A promise.
He crushed his mouth against hers, chasing the sound of his name on her lips. Greedy for the taste of it. He released her hands and speared his fingers in her sweat-dampened hair, holding her steady for his feast. “Give it to me,” he snarled against her mouth, licking and nipping her kiss-swollen lips as his hips pistoned ruthlessly against hers. “Give me what’s mine.” He punctuated the claim with a powerful stab.
Her nails bit into his shoulders and her heels dug into his flanks, her neck arched as she cried out her release. “Knox!”
His cock jerked in answer, the punch of his orgasm so sharp his whole body shuddered. There was nothing but the moment. The press of Darya’s skin. The flex and release of her slick sex around his cock. Her trembling arms and legs coiled around him. This was what he needed. What he’d craved and fixated on for days. Since the first time she’d glided in to his office on her long as fuck legs and crooked her lips in a shy smile. No restraint. No barriers. Just the most carnal, genuine connection. Intimate and honest.
He rested his forehead against hers, both of their eyes closed and breaths choppy as they slowed to an easy, languid rhythm. The air around them pulsed and bit by bit the room’s chill settled against his skin. The warmth of her mouth teased his own, bringing with it the memories of the last week.
Seven days he’d watched her. Seen how open she was with everyone. How innocent and bright she was. Everyone flocked to her. Men and women alike. It would be so easy to give in. To take her mouth in a slow kiss and reach for the one elusive dream left unrealized.
Instead, he lifted his head.
Her eyes remained closed and her mouth barely parted. A gorgeous flush marked her cheeks, neck and chest, and her body lay completely replete beneath him.
His voice came out ragged and so low it sounded as if it came from the soles of his feet. “Please tell me you’re okay.”
Lazily, she rolled her head and opened her eyes. “English is my second language and even I know better than to use okay for what we just did.”
“I didn’t hurt you?”
She smiled and tenderly cupped the side of his face. “You did what you promised and gave me what I needed.” So easy. No attempts to draw him deeper, only open acceptance of what he had to offer.
Bracing himself on one forearm, he covered her hand with his and turned enough to kiss her palm. Just once. One brush with the dream before he locked it away and buried his heart with it. Yet as he laced his fingers with hers and tugged her hand away, it didn’t seem like nearly enough.