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Knox draws his tongue to the apex of my legs and moans as he kisses the smooth skin of my body. I arch up and clutch his head, the sensation of his tongue sending explosions through me. He peeks up at me from between my legs like he needs to see my face.
“This feels so good,” I say, moaning. Saying it out loud sends butterflies through my stomach. “Don’t stop.”
His eyes flash silver with my words, and he clutches my thighs, keeping my legs spread as he licks the seam of my body until he stops at my clit and rolls his tongue over it, the soft pressure sending my back arching. I close my eyes and lose myself to the pleasure he ignites inside of me. His mouth feels so incredible, and I can barely think. My mouth refuses to do anything other than moan, and I gasp as he slides a finger inside me. I’ve only ever masturbated by rubbing my clit with my finger. This takes my body to a new level, the pressure slight and exhilarating.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he murmurs, flicking his tongue while teasing me with his finger, touching me in a way that my body tenses and it feels as if I’m about to explode.
I grab his hair and brace myself, squirming and panting, knowing that I’m going to orgasm. The edges of my vision shadow at the building intensity until I arch forward completely, squeezing his head with my thighs and scratching my fingers into his shoulders. My muscles pulse, my toes curling, and I can’t even gasp a breath as I tremble.
Knox slows, the click of his fangs sounding in my ear. He sinks his fangs into my thigh, only increasing the pleasure, and I scream out as his bite triggers a second orgasm, one stronger and so mind-blowing that all I can do is clutch onto Knox as he sucks his bite mark, satiating his hunger and desire.
He doesn’t drink for long, pushing up to his feet. Kicking out of his boots, he tugs his shirt over his head, showing off the most intricate tattoo I’ve ever seen. Blue lines twist and tangle, forming a vine that travels up his side to bloom a strange flower over his chest. I can’t stop from sitting up and pulling him closer to trace my fingers over the design from his chest and to where it disappears into his pants.
I map his hard muscles, bowing forward to the V of his hips as I take the initiative to unbuckle his belt. This time, he lets me, playing with my hair as I tug his pants down until he kicks them off. I stroke my finger down his hard cock, bringing his tip to my mouth to taste the pre-cum dripping for me. The mouthwatering flavor sets me off, and I suck him as far as I can into my mouth, deep-throating him. He moans and rocks his hips a little like he can’t help himself, whispering my name.
“I want you, Hayley,” he murmurs, gathering my hair in his hand. “Will you give me what I want?”
I slide his cock from my mouth and smile at him, the heat of my desire blazing across my chest. I never expected to have my first time be like this—with a sexy man who wants to give me everything I crave. I consider telling him that he’s going to be my first, but I press my lips together and nod. It’s not important to me. What’s important is discovering what it’s like to be with someone on a level I truly and unashamedly want. No expectations. No punishment. Nothing that can make me feel less than in this moment. Knox treats me as if I’m on his level and not a donor or blood slave. If anything, he makes me feel as if I’m finally alive and not standing on the ledge of my impending destruction.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, nudging me back as he climbs onto the bed. “I want to take you over and over again.”
“I want that too. I never want to leave.” The truth to my words rings in the air, and I grab Knox and kiss, stopping the frown from crossing his face. We both know it’s more than me wanting to stay for sex. I want to stay to never have to face Alexander again. But there is nothing I can do.
“It won’t be like this forever. I will make you mine,” he says, the low growl vibrating against my lips. “You are mine.”
“I’m yours,” I repeat, arching my back at the sensation of his cock hard against my body.
My breathing quickens, and I clutch onto him as he grabs my legs and stretches them to rest on his shoulders. I bite my lip in anticipation and nerves, my body trembling and hot, my mind just wanting to know what it’s like to be this intimate with someone at my choice. This is my decision, and knowing as much gives me the confidence I need to shove my nerves away and just enjoy the act.
Knox aligns his body with mine, pushing his tip inside me. He doesn’t rush and watches my expression. The pressure steals my breath, the pain lasting for a moment, but it’s not terrible or enough to make me do anything other than moan as he slowly rocks, watching himself as he enters me.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmurs, spreading my legs to expose my clit to him. Strumming his finger over my sensitive skin, he turns the pressure of his cock into pleasure, and I moan. “I can’t believe how lucky I am. How does it feel?”
“Big,” I say, squeezing my eyes shut, wishing my brain would’ve come up with something sexier to say.
He chuckles. “You’re so fucking tight. So wet. It’s taking everything in me not to just have my way.”
I rub my lips together and clutch the blanket. “Show me what you like. I need to know. I want to find out what it’s like to really be yours.”
Growling with pleasure, my words set him off, and he drops on top of me, keeping one of my legs stretched until I’m doing the splits. I gasp and scratch my nails into his back with his thrust, his hips hitting my body with his powerful desire. My mind whirls as passion takes over, and I bite him, using his shoulder to silence my scream of pleasure and pain and everything raw and wild within me. Tingles flood over my skin, and he finds my mouth and kisses me, slipping his tongue across mine and silencing my mouth as I lose myself to everything he is and everything I had no idea I wanted.
Reaching between us, he takes care to touch me and tease my clit like he needs to ensure I get my fill of pleasure as he drowns in his own. I arch my back as my body explodes, my orgasm turning the ache between my legs into something hot and indescribable.
“Bite me again, Hayley. Bite me as hard as you can. Fuck me up. I like it,” he says, his voice deep and growling. “I want your marks all over me.”
His words unleash something dark and feral within my soul, and I scratch my nails harder into his back at the same time I bite him. He thrusts faster inside me, turning my mind to mush, and I bite him again, not releasing until his blood fills my mouth and tingles across my tongue. He grunts with a moan, hitting his body to mine hard enough to bang the headboard into the wall. Slowing down, he grunts as he cums. Knox slides his hands underneath me and lifts me on top, petting my hair and not saying anything as I continue to suck his blood, the flavor as intoxicating as the rest of him as it numbs the ache and pain of our passion while leaving only pleasure behind in its wake.
“You’re so sexy. So fucking good. I can’t get enough.” Knox combs his fingers through my hair, slowing me down. “Wild like I enjoy.”
I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand and smile, blood probably smearing my face. If it does, it doesn’t bother him, because he kisses me and tastes my lips, traveling his hands over my body to continue his exploration.
“Let me clean you up,” he says, scooping me into his arms. “I want to take care of you. Feed and cuddle with you. I want—”
“What the actual fuck!” Sawyer’s voice booms through the air as he stares at us from the doorway. He covers his eyes but doesn’t leave, kicking the door closed behind him. “Knox, you fucked her? You fucked her in my bed! Fuck.”
I tense at the mixture of surprise, anger, and something strange and unexpected—fear—in his voice. Stiffening, I cling onto Knox, afraid he’ll abandon me on the bed to start a fight with Sawyer.
I whimper and bury my face in the crook of Knox’s throat. “Please don’t fight. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
Silence fills the air as both Sawyer and Knox hear my words.
“Fuck, Hayley. No. I’m the one who should be sorry. I just—I’m not mad. Maybe jealous, but I knew you liked this fucker. I’m just—this isn’t my business. I was caught off guard. I’ll come back later. I can wait.” Sawyer’s soft voice trickles through the air. “I’m sorry,” he repeats.
The door slams shut, leaving Knox and me alone again.
I ease away from him and meet his gaze. “I think we all need to talk.”
His jaw tightens and he nods. “If that’s what you want. But first, we’re not leaving until I show you how much I appreciate you. How lucky I feel to be here.”
I bob my head. “I hope that feeling always lasts.”
