He growls against my pussy as his tongue dances over my distended clit, and pleasure surges through me.
“You are mine because you choose me.And I will never stop choosing you.Never.”
My fingers tighten in his hair, and I pull him closer, needing his mouth, his praise, his darkness, everything he is.
“And I am yours.I need you.I love you.All of me belongs to you.”
The bond between us unfurls, dark and wild, pulsing with hunger and love.It feels like drowning and being saved at once.
Pleasure builds so fast it burns.I sob his name, writhing under his mouth, and he doesn’t let up.He’s greedy for every sound, every shudder.
“You taste so fucking good.Let me see you fall apart for me, Briana.That’s it, good girl.”
Knox’s praise is endless, ragged, and worshipful.His voice is low and reverent, but filthy too, like he can’t help himself.
“That’s it, love.Give me everything.I want to hear you break for me.Let me feel you come for me.Fuck, you’re perfect when you lose control.”
But I need him, all of him.I drag him up to me, desperate, and the look in his eyes is pure wild devotion.
“Please, Knox.I need you.Now.”
He curses, voice wrecked, and lines himself up, body trembling with restraint.The first push is hot, slick, and overwhelming.He slides deep inside me with a raw groan.
“So fucking tight.You feel incredible, Briana.All mine.”
He thrusts hard and fast, his rhythm rough with need, but every movement binds me tighter.His hands are everywhere, gripping my hips, tangled in my hair, pinning me open so I can take all of him.The pleasure is sharp, burning, and I cling to him, needing him deeper, closer, until there’s nothing but us.
He talks through every thrust, dirty, loving words, losing himself.“That’s it, sweetheart.Take me.Let me in.You want this, need this, need me.Say it.Tell me you’re mine.”
I give him everything, my body, my voice, and my heart.I tell him I’m his, that I love him, that I need him, and he answers with every brutal, worshipful stroke until I break apart, and he follows, cursing my name, pouring every dark, desperate, adoring thing he feels into me.
It’s hot and fast, yes, but it binds us, need and love tangled so tightly I can’t tell them apart.I don’t want to, not when he’s inside me, not when I am his, and he is mine.
His eyes lift to mine, black and reverent, the beast and the man both laid bare for me.He is wild and mine.I am adored and claimed, and I am not afraid.
I cradle his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw with trembling fingers.
“Hi,” I whisper, voice raw with everything I feel—love, need, and awe all mixed.
The beast stills, and then Knox presses a kiss into my palm, eyes shining with gratitude and adoration, as if I am his salvation.Maybe I am.Maybe he is too.
I fall asleep with my head on his chest and his arm around my waist, and no nightmares come.Or maybe they do, and they find a Minotaur guarding the door.
****
When I wake again,the room is full of late afternoon light.Knox is awake beneath me, one hand moving slowly over my back.Not to wake me.Not to take.Just because he can touch me now, and I let him.
I press my lips to the mark I left on his shoulder, and he shudders.
I smile against his skin.“Sensitive?”
“With you, always.”There’s no shame in his voice.
I lift my head.“What happens now?”
He brushes hair from my face.“Whatever you choose.”
“That’s a dangerous amount of power to give me.”
