I awoke to something pressing firmly against me, groaning as every inch of my body ached. Turning, I silently took in the male sleeping soundly beside me, or I assumed Knox did. His chest didn’t rise or fall with his breathing. He looked different in bed, unguarded, and less cold than when his eyes were open. Thick black lashes dusted his sharp, bronzed cheekbones. The five o’clock shadow was thicker, which I itched to touch to see if it would tickle or scratch my fingers as books often said they did.
He looked to be in his early thirties. The erotic scent of his pheromones filling the room made the sexual deviant within me perk up and want to drink the intensity they oozed. His body had come uncovered in sleep, and my gaze greedily took it in. His muscles were sharp, defined with masculinity that couldn’t be denied, no matter how much I wished it was otherwise.
Knox’s tattoos held words, ancient ones that no matter how many times I whispered them in my head, I knew were wrong. Everything about Knox made it crystal clear that he wasn’t from this realm, nor did he care to fit in here. Peering down farther, my mouth went dry with the sheer magnitude of the thing nestled between the dark bed of curls. Knox was hugely endowed, and everything within me said to get out of the bed and get the hell away from him.
I started to sit up but made it no farther than an inch before I was slammed against the bed, and that appendage was resting against my naked belly. I whimpered and stared into azure eyes that were hooded with lust and heavy with sleep. Knox’s head lowered as his mouth brushed against mine. A growl rumbled from deep in his chest, exiting his lips to vibrate against mine.
“You talk in your sleep.” His voice was sexy, filled with sleep, but he didn’t appear to be moving from where he held me to the mattress with his weight. “It’s annoying.”
“And you’re naked,” I pointed out, which probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do at the moment. “It’s annoying, too.”
“You can be naked, too, very easily.”
“No thanks, I’m good.” I blushed as he rocked his hips, pressing his thick cock against me.
He had lifted on his arms enough that when I looked between us, I could see his cock rested over my navel, which meant if he took me, it would bruise my lungs, or maybe even worse. Maybe that was being a little dramatic, but the man was seriously blessed in that department, and he knew it.
I swallowed and moved my stare to his, only to find him studying me with an intensity that intrigued me. My hips lifted and then dropped, and yet he refused to budge. His hands sat beside my head, blocking off any thought of retreat.
He’d caged me in, and the mattress had sunk enough with our combined weight that I wasn’t going anywhere unless he allowed it. Knox didn’t speak, and I was pretty sure he knew how much his silence unnerved me.
My nipples hardened, and my spine lifted, arching with need, and those were things he, as a male hadn’t missed. My knees lifted, and that only pushed him against my body more.
His lips curved into a devilish grin while he watched me plotting how best to escape him. My body didn’t get the memo we didn’t like this prick. Nope, instead, it responded to him. My pussy heated, signaling to the woman within me to let this jerk take what no one else had been able to.
The memory of how his mouth felt against my sex didn’t help because my body was wet, dripping with the need to be taken as I recalled the details. He could smell it, which he made clear as his nostrils flared when he inhaled.
Knox wasn’t even doing anything to me, and I was coming undone just from the intense burning in his stare. His shoulders bunched up as the muscles in his neck stretched. The sharp edges in his face became more defined, and the noise in his chest started, daring me to mimic it again. I knew that if I did, if that noise escaped from my lips, I was fucked. Literally and figuratively. The only sound within the room was our breathing, both rigid, leaving our lungs in short, shallow breaths.
I didn’t dare move or make a single peep while he watched me. I lay there for what felt like hours peering into the depths that threatened to drown me. I inhaled the pheromones and shivered with need. My body tightened, clenching with an aching need I didn’t comprehend or understand. I had little knowledge of males outside of books, and what little experience I had was an utter failure on my end.
Knox may not have liked me, but he wanted to rip the thin panties from my body and take what no one else had taken before. Power slithered over my naked flesh, and my skin pebbled in bumps of awareness. It spread over my entire body, knowing that this beast who watched me would rock my world, turning it inside out if I so much as whimpered.
His head lowered, and the heat of his mouth brushed over my throat, licking the pulse that beat wildly with both arousal and fear. The noise from whatever was within him filled the room the moment his tongue ran over my vein. His cock pushed against my belly rocking gently, and it took everything I had left within me not to moan from the heat he sent unfurling into a ball of pent up need that threatened to seep from my pores.
“Knox,” I whispered breathlessly, no longer caring if he ripped the thin panties off and took me.
“Aria,” he growled, but his voice didn’t come out normal. It came out thickly, gravelly. Warmth spread through me at the sound of it. My nipples hardened more than I thought was possible as moisture banked between my thighs.
“This is really awkward,” I continued wondering if I should point out that if we didn’t stop soon, I’d make that noise and this would escalate to something neither of us wanted.
“Shut the fuck up, woman,” he warned hoarsely.
“Okay,” I hissed as teeth clamped down on my throat. A breathy sigh expelled from my lungs as I felt my body relaxing against his bite. It was as if his teeth had some magic power over my mind, and the moment they touched me, everything within me calmed to mush.
He chuckled against the flesh in his mouth, and yet his bite didn’t hurt. My hands lifted, sliding over his sides until they rested against his chest. He held me there with his teeth, and I all but played dead for him. His hand moved, lowered to run over the side of one breast slowly.
I felt his need to learn every detail about my body. The need to bury himself so deep within me that I’d scream for him was violently exposed in his gaze. It was a raw, animalistic need that I shouldn’t want, and yet I did. Worse than that, I felt my need to tell him to take me to end the slow torture that both of us were enduring slipping free.
I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut it off before the words could leave the tip of my tongue by tightening his bite and whispering through the flesh he still held between it.
“Don’t. You do not understand what the fuck you are asking.” His tongue slid over my flesh, lapping against my pulse as his teeth clamped against it painfully.
“Knox, I…” He lifted his mouth, flipping me onto my stomach as his fingers threaded through my hair. He ripped my head to the side, slamming my face into the mattress before his body dropped on me, pushing his thick cock against my drenched flesh. His hand grabbed an arm, bending it behind my back until I cried out in pain. Fear rushed through me, a healthy dose of it. His rattle filled the room, slipping over my heated skin as he chuckled wickedly while he rag-dolled my body.
“You are seconds away from me ripping you apart, do you fucking understand me, little girl? I won’t be gentle, and I sure as fuck won’t hold you when I’m finished. I would destroy you, and I wouldn’t care what was left of you when I was finished with you. Do you understand me?” he asked, and when I didn’t answer him past the swelling in my throat, he pulled my hair harder, pushing my arm up further, creating pain that ripped through me violently.