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Harper pressed a kiss to his mouth. “I thought you handled it pretty well, all things considered,” she quipped. His mouth curved in amusement, just as she’d hoped.
“Yeah, I only called on the flames of hell.”
Chuckling, she kissed him again. “Thank you for coming for me.”
“Of course I came for you. Tanner believes I love you. Love? I don’t know if you could call it that. What I feel isn’t romantic. It isn’t soppy or gentle. It’s dark and consuming and intense – far more intense than any supposed ‘love’ I’ve sensed in another person.” He skimmed his fingers down her arm and took her hand, rubbing his thumb over her palm. “Whatever the hell it is, it’s strong enough to mean my soul is right there.”
She gave him a watery smile. He was better with pretty words than he thought. “That’s only fair, since you have mine.”
Knox kissed her hard, pouring that undefinable emotion into it, letting her feel it for herself. Levi had once said that Knox lived for her now. The reaper was right. Knox had been alive a very long time, knew exactly how it would feel to go through a lifetime without her. He couldn’t go back to that numbness. His demon had no intention of doing so.
Tangling his hand in her silky hair, Knox kissed her again, indulging in a thorough tasting of his mate as he rolled her onto her back. Knox suckled her bottom lip. “This mouth is every man’s fantasy. But it’s mine. Only I can have it. Only I can taste it and fuck it.” To punctuate that, he thrust his tongue back inside to stroke hers; dominating and exploring with an urgency that was fed by the fury still fizzling inside him. He needed to take her, claim her, and own her so completely that she’d never be free of him, just like he’d never be free of her.
Shoving his hand up her tank top, Knox possessively splayed it over her breast and squeezed. Her soft moan made his cock twitch – already he was long and full, desperate to be in her. “I want you wet.” With a pinch to her nipple, he smoothed his hand down her flat stomach and into her panties, cupping her. There would be no psychic fingers tonight, just his skin and hers.
Harper curled her legs around him as he began pumping two confident fingers in and out of her, expertly stroking right over her g-spot each time. He didn’t just hit the spot, he doodled circles on it, fluttered over it, swirled around it. Shit, it felt fucking amazing.
With his free hand, Knox peeled up her tank top and drank in the sight of her luscious breasts. “My marks have faded. We’ll have to fix that.” He latched onto a taut bud, sucking it deep into his mouth.
Moaning, Harper shrugged out of her tank top and tossed it aside. Each tug of his mouth on her nipple sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her pussy. She hissed as his teeth bit the side of her breast. There was no repentance in the dark gaze that met hers; only pure, unadulterated possessiveness. Her hiss became a sob when he withdrew his talented fingers. “The teasing has to stop.” Her stomach was knotted with need – a need to have him in her, stretching her. “Fuck me.”
“No. I want to savor.” Knox suckled and bit his way down her body. Every part of her was imprinted into his brain; not just her taste, scent, and the feel of her skin, but every curve, every indent, every freckle, every birthmark. He danced his tongue over his demon’s brand as he tore off her panties. “I’m going to taste you now. And then I’ll have you. And this tight little pussy will explode all over my cock.”
Fingers biting into her thighs, Knox sank his tongue inside her. The taste of her burst through him, and went straight to his painfully hard cock. Gluttonously, he licked, lapped, and sipped at her pussy; he couldn’t get enough. Would never get enough. He’d always need her.
As his tongue fluttered teasingly against her inner walls, Harper pulled hard on his hair. “In me.” He moved to her clit, licking and swirling…and she realized he was writing his name over her flesh. “Fuck, Knox, now.” She could only get out key words at this point. Her body was wound so tight, she was shaking. “Knox!” He got to his knees and moved to straddle her chest; his sensual features alive with raw hunger.
“Get me wet, baby.”
The command vibrated with enough power and dominance to make her shiver. She opened her mouth, and he surged inside. Wrapping her hair around his fists, he worked his cock in and out of her mouth, all the while looking at her like she was the most fascinating thing he’d ever laid eyes on.
Fighting the urge to stay in the heat of her mouth, Knox stopped after only a few thrusts, and then he positioned himself between her thighs. “You ready?” At her nod, he smoothly sank into her with an agonizing slowness. She pressed her nails into his back in feminine demand, but he continued to slowly surge forward until he was finally fully sheathed.
“Fuck me hard.”
Knox cocked his hips, giving her a shallow thrust. “When I’m ready.” He kept his strokes sensual and wickedly slow, never moving his eyes from hers. With his cock buried in her body, he kissed her; poured everything he had and everything he was into it. She kissed him just as hard and demandingly, feeding him little moans and whimpers that made his cock pulse. He breathed her, tasted her, felt her running through his veins and imprinted on every bone.
“Harder.” She inhaled sharply as he suddenly slammed hard. “Fuck.” He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and then he was plunging in and out of her with frantic, branding strokes. The sleek muscles of his back flexed and bunched beneath her hands. Caught in his gaze, she could see his pleasure, the fury of his possessiveness, and the depth of the raw, biting need he had for her – all of it heightened and intensified her own need until she could sense her release tumbling fast toward her. “Don’t ask me to wait, I can’t.”
