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“N-no,” I manage to gasp out while trying to catch my breath.
“Because you’re a good girl, aren’t you? Kept it safe for its owner and away from everyone else.”
“Ye-yes,” I stammer out.
He grabs my hand and pulls me up again and then he pulls me to the edge of the counter. I don’t have time to do or say anything else before he slams his cock deep into me in one go. He clamps his hand down on my waist as he hammers in and out of me.
My pussy is leaking. It feels so good to feel him inside me again. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in closer to me. All the while, he keeps thrusting inside me.
My nipples rub against his bare chest, causing delicious friction. I let out a pleasure-filled moan and his lips are back on mine.
“Ah fuck! You feel so good inside me,” I pant.
“This tight-as-fuck little hole you have here, it was made for me, wasn’t it, baby?” he growls.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I scream again as another wave of intense orgasm takes over me. My pussy spasms and gushes onto his cock as I come. Wave after wave of pleasure fills me and the euphoria is nothing compared to anything I’ve ever felt before. Somehow, this one is more intense than anything we’ve ever shared together.
He thrusts his hips into me a few more times before he stops, pushing his cock balls deep inside me, and he comes inside me with a roar. When he’s finally done coming, he slumps against me.
We stay like this for a little while, both catching our breaths. When he finally calms down, he pulls me closer to him, motioning for me to wrap my legs around his waist. I do and he lifts me before he starts to walk up the stairs with me still impaled on his cock.
He walks to the bedroom I was in and heads straight into the bathroom. He drops me down inside and motions for me to step inside the shower before he shrugs off his pants and steps in behind me.
He turns the water on and a moment later he starts to soap me up. He’s gentle as he washes me. He even shampoos my hair. His hand on my body is causing tingles in mine and I’m instantly horny again.
He notices my expression and with a grin on his face, he brings his hand down to my pussy and strokes it, finding that I’m soaked and ready for him again. He backs me up against the wall and lifts me before he’s surging inside me again. He doesn’t waste any time as he starts deep dicking me. I have no choice but to hold on and enjoy the ride.
After he comes again, he washes me and then himself before he’s guiding me out. He dries my skin before wrapping a towel around me and then does the same.
“Get dressed, I have something to show you,” he tells me once we’re in the room again.
When I’m changed, he motions for me to walk ahead of him. We go down the stairs again and all the way to the other side of the cabin where there’s another set of stairs. We go up and I see three doors up here, which might mean three rooms. We go to the one at the end of the tiny hall.
Knox holds on to the door handle for a few seconds without moving. When I look up at him, he looks at me with a smile but I can see that he’s nervous as well. Now I’m nervous as hell because I’m wondering what is behind those doors.
He was sideways before and now he’s turned his back to me. A gasp leaves me just as he opens the door and steps through. I blindly follow behind him but I don’t pay attention to anything else since my eyes are glued to his back.
I’m speechless as I continue to stare. There’s a new tattoo on his back. One that covers the entirety of his skin and it’s my face. I feel my eyes prick with tears. Even though it’s crazy for him to do that, it’s also amazing. I’ve never seen myself like how the artist managed to capture me.
“Why?” I finally whisper, looking up at him. That’s when I notice the room for the first time. Another gasp escapes me as I spin around and take it all in. Every inch of the walls are covered in paintings of me. There must be over a hundred or so in here. He looks back at me with what I can only say is either possession, obsession, or devotion. Maybe it’s all three…
“One for every day I’ve known you up until the last day I saw you,” he tells me.
“Why?” I ask again, not knowing what else to say.
“You’re my obsession, baby. The only thing that kept me sane when you disappeared and while I was looking for you,” he tells me. He walks over to me and pulls me into his arms, squeezing me tight. “Promise me you won’t do that to me again. I almost died at the thought of never seeing you again!”
“Where does it start?” I question. He spins me around so that my back is against his front and then spins us both around and points out a painting to me. It’s one of me from New York when Bailee and I were at the beach.
I follow the next and the next until I’ve scanned them all. They’re all pictures of me doing something while in New York, to when I first moved to Riverside, and in the middle when things were shit between us. But he still managed to catch me beautifully even when I thought I was ugly and finally to the last time I saw him in that hospital room.
I spin around to face him again. “Who painted them?”
“I did,” he whispers, his face turning red. “I guess you’re not the only artist between us, though yours are far better than mine.”
“They’re all gorgeous. You’re very talented.”
“They’re only gorgeous because my muse is perfect,” he tells me.
