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He looks down at me with such patience and care. “Do you trust me?”
The last time he asked me that, he ended up giving me my first orgasm—and you’ll never hear me complaining about that. However, I’m not going to lie to him.
“Not so much.”
Smiling, he slowly inches my shirt up until it’s at my chest. I lift slightly, and he pulls it over my head like I’m fine china. Fragile. Delicate. Like if he moves too quickly, I’ll shatter. To be honest, I might.
“Do you trust me enough?” He questions, fingers skirting along the waistband of my jeans.
It’s not a good idea, giving that part of myself to him. He’s trouble and already has the power to destroy me. Giving him all of me will seal my fate to his. I’ve read enough romance novels to know that it’s a risky move, but my head is fighting against my heart and hormones.
As my heart wins the war, I pull him down and connect our lips once again. I blindly undo his pants then drag my fingernails up his back. He undresses me slowly until I’m left lying on the bed, completely bare. His eyes rake over my entire body, taking his time, as if he wants to savor this. Savor me.
“How could someone as flawless as you want someone like me?”
I reach up, placing my hand on his cheek. “You’re far better than you give yourself credit for.”
“I’m not, Bambi. I’m a train wreck. A bomb waiting to explode and wreak havoc on everyone and everything around me.”
“Then do it, but take me with you.”
His body covers mine as he kisses me with such tenderness it takes my breath away. Who knew someone so stone cold could be so warm and gentle? He slides his hand down and starts to rub me, the same way he did in the car. I moan quietly into his mouth, only for him to swallow it down. When I arch my hips up, he stops, and I whimper from the loss of friction.
He snickers quietly. “Don’t worry, baby. We’re just getting started.”
Reaching over into the nightstand, he pulls out a condom and places it on the bed next to us. As if he can sense the fear coursing through me, he presses a chaste kiss to my lips then looks me straight in the eyes.
“You can stop me if you want. The one thing you can’t do is walk out that door with the intention to cut me out of your life, because I swear to God, Delaney, I’ll fight you every damn step of the way. It’s not an option.”
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I’m stunned into silence. Honestly, I know that isn’t an option for me either, but I was going to make it one if I had to. Now, it’s the furthest thing from my mind.
Moving down my body, placing light kisses against my skin on the way, he finally arrives at his destination. His gaze stays entirely on me, and as his tongue licks one stripe up my clit, my entire body tenses. With one hand on my stomach, holding me in place, he reaches up with the other and laces his fingers with my own.
“You taste like fucking heaven.” He does it again. “Innocent, and pure, and mine.”
As his mouth works its magic, he brings his thumb down and puts pressure on my clit, bringing the level of pleasure that courses through my body to an all-time high.
“Knox,” I pant.
“Fuck, my name sounds so good coming from your mouth right now.”
He presses his face into my folds, going harder than he was before—as if he can’t get enough. Even if I wanted to, I can’t hold back. I scream his name as the orgasm rips through my body with enough force to break me.
Knox comes back up to kiss my neck, sucking a mark into my collarbone. He grabs the condom and rips it open before rolling it onto his hard cock. Then, he lines himself up at my entrance.
He pushes in slowly, and I wince in pain as I stretch around him. His hand squeezes my own, and his head lolls back in pleasure. He bites his lip so hard it nearly draws blood. As he reaches that little wall of resistance, I take a deep breath.
“You’re mine,” he tells me. “Not Carter’s. Not anyone’s. Fucking mine.” With one decisive thrust, he breaks through and claims me completely. The sting has me wrapping my arms and legs around him, tense but unwilling to let go. “And now, this pussy is mine, too.”
“Yours,” I repeat, a mindless mess of nerves and sexual frustration.
“Good girl.”
He picks up rhythm, giving me no time to adjust, but soon, I’m moaning his name and clenching around him. His tongue tangles with my own, the taste of myself still lingering.
“You take my cock so well. It’s like you were fucking made for me.”
