“It aches, Knox.”
“Good,” he uttered with a sinful smile on his lips.
His lips brushed mine, claiming them hungrily as he started to move me faster against him. It changed, the pain turned to something more intense, something that sat just beyond my reach and out of my grasp. His mouth fucked me as hard as his cock was, delving deeper to claim my tongue as he growled against my mouth hungrily while devouring it.
It wasn’t fucking; it was something deeper than either of us knew or cared to examine. Knox went slower, trying his best to be gentle when I knew he wanted to unleash on me, to pin me to the bed and demand I take what he gave, and yet he didn’t. His eyes studied me, consuming me as if he was trying to remember every detail of my face as he slowly moved in my core erotically.
My hands threaded through his hair, devouring him as much as he destroyed me. I rocked against him, no longer needing him to control the pace as I took control of it, using him to reach the whisper of pleasure that beckoned me closer hauntingly. My mouth opened on a cry as he pulled back, watching me coming undone for him.
“Good girl, take what you need.” He gazed at me through heavily hooded eyes as his hand slipped between our bodies, rubbing my clit to increase the pleasure as I toppled over the edge crying his name repeatedly. “Bloody hell, you’re so beautiful, Aria.” He pushed me back onto the bed as he followed me down.
Knox settled between my thighs, slowly withdrawing from my body until only the tip remained buried, only to lunge forward, causing a scream to escape past the lump in my throat. Tears escaped my eyes as he watched me continuing to come undone for him as the most intense and beautiful sensation filled my emotions. He leaned over, placing his forehead against mine and peered into my soul as he rocked his hips, pushing deeper into my body before his mouth touched mine, pulling at my bottom lip with his teeth, seductively.
“You make the most beautiful noises when I’m fucking you, sweet girl,” he whispered gutturally. His tone was laced with hunger, filled with a huskiness that slithered around me, pulling me into the debauchery he delivered.
He sat back, pushing my legs apart to gain further depth as his hands held the back of my knees. I watched him as he began moving slowly, staring at where he stretched me full. The man knew right where to push me and where to pull to hit every nerve ending perfectly. He’d lied; he was being gentle, and yet there was a darkness that lurked right beneath the surface that wanted to let loose of the tight reins he held on them.
His body moved, leaning over mine as he placed his hands onto the bed, trapping my head between them, watching me carefully. He stared into my eyes as he started moving faster, harder, his body dominating mine in every way imaginable. I moved against him, wanting to reach the precipice he took me to so effortlessly. His lips curled into a smile, and he leaned over, kissing my forehead.
“Use me, Aria. Take what you need from me.”
It was unlike him to show affection. He pulled away as if showing me tenderness had jarred him as much as it had me. Gazing down at me, he stopped moving, and then abruptly flipped me onto my stomach without warning and stared at me through the reflection of the mirror. His hands adjusted my hips, sliding down my spine as he lifted my ass up into the air. Something dark and dangerous filled the oceanic depths, threatening to drown me with the storm brewing within them.
“Now, Aria, I will fuck you so hard that anytime you are with another man, you remember me, and find him pathetically lacking. Tomorrow, when the flesh has cooled, and you ache where I used you, you’ll know who destroyed your pretty, naked pussy. You had to know that I would leave my mark on you. One way another, you knew you’d be mine.” His eyes lowered to my ass, and he smiled, running his hand over it before he pushed deeper into my body.
My hands dug into the blankets, grasping for a hold as he began to move slowly. The intensity in his eyes darkened as something deliciously carnal peered down at me. His hands lifted my hips up further, adjusting my body until my ass was in the air, and I whimpered against the pain and fullness he created. My core clenched around him, burning with endless pain that I stifled until he began moving. He was giving me everything he’d held back. He moved faster until all I could do was grasp the blankets and feel him owning me as he fucked me savagely hard, yet deliciously glorious.
My grip tightened against the blanket, and I lifted my head so a scream could escape from my throat as I met his hooded stare in the mirror. He slammed into my body harder, and I repeatedly whimpered until it changed from pain, turning to pleasure. I moaned huskily, watching him and my own reflection, noting the way my breasts moved with every thrust of his body against mine. He gave no mercy and I didn’t ask for it. I took what he gave, spreading my hips to allow him to go deeper yet, growling and moaning until my body clenched against his cock, milking him hungrily.
Knox watched me coming undone for him, watched me breaking apart and shattering into a million pieces. Pieces he picked up and held together while I scrambled to rearrange who I was before him and who I would become after him.
He didn’t stop, not after I’d come and resorted to holding on to his thighs behind me as he used me to wreck any sense of gentleness I had thought I wanted. I wanted this. The rawness that was Knox, destroying my perception of safe, nice, and sweet. He replaced them with words like raw, brutal, and visceral. He then defined every one of them in a singular form until I was whimpering and writhing beneath him, pleading for mercy, which he gave not a single ounce of as he destroyed me.
He threaded his fingers through my hair, pulling me back against his chest again and slipping his fingers through the swollen mess of my pussy while he continued to fuck me, staring at my naked flesh that cradled him.
“This belongs to me now. Do you understand me, Aria? Nobody else touches you, or they fucking die. You belong to me now until I say otherwise.”
“Knox,” I whispered huskily.
He growled against my ear, watching me as the rattling began deep from his chest. My chest echoed his, and he smirked against my ear, pulling on it gently with his teeth. “Good girl, Aria.”
His body jerked, tightening with his release as he growled, slamming his hips against mine until he slowed and dropped his hold on me. He stared down at me as his eyes narrowed, and he slowly closed off. Something akin to anger flashed in his eyes, and I blinked, shaking my head as confusion took root in my stomach.
He backed off the bed, moving away from me as if he needed distance. His hand scrubbed down his face as he stared at my naked body, watching as I sat up to watch him. I chewed my lip nervously, trying to figure what to say without sounding needy since I was naked and in his bed. Something had just happened, and I wasn’t sure what I had done to make him angry.
Knox continued backing away from the bed, staring at me as I whispered his name with swollen lips, pushing messed up hair away from my face. I smiled, staring at him before my hand lifted to him, ready for more. His hand moved over his face again, and emptiness and anger entered his gaze.
His fingers pushed through his hair, which caused his stomach muscles to tighten as my gaze dipped to the monstrous thing I’d just had inside of me. Even sated, it was huge and intimidating.
“Knox?” I viewed his face closing down as his body tensed. The tick in his jawline began hammering while staring at me coldly. The temperature in the room dropped, and I became fully aware of my reaction to him and, worse, that I’d just parted with a piece of my soul that I couldn’t ever get back. My stomach twisted with the look in his eyes, and I wanted to flee the room.