Page 127 of Knox

Trust.

I never earned it before. I never gave it before.

And damn did both of those feel good.

Not as good as his fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves inside me.

My entire body seized. A cry escaped my lips. Knox kept talking filthy, making my core pulse harder, wetter, damn near painful.

“You feel fucking perfect,” he rumbled against my skin. “So tight around my fingers—fuck, baby, you’re squeezing like your pussy knows who it belongs to. So wet for me. Just for me. No one else. You hear me? Come for me, Caroline, so that I can fuck you right in the bedroom.”

I bucked my hips again, waiting to ride the wave that was rushing toward me with every curl of his fingers.

“That’s it,” he growled hungrily. “Come for me, spitfire. Let me feel you lose control—once and for all. Don’t fight it anymore—me, you, this. Life. Just ride it one day at a time. Hear me? Nod.”

I nodded like my life depended on it. “Hear you,” I gasped.

And meant it, even in this state.

“Good. Now come so I can drag your sweet, soaked little ass to the bedroom.”

A strangled noise ripped out of my throat. “Knox?—”

And then he thrust deeper, hitting that sensitive spot with terrifying precision.

I shattered around him, the pressure snapping as my body convulsed against his.

And then the dryer finished.

After struggling to make the bed at my insistence despite my thighs being slick and dripping, I shoved Knox onto his back before he could take control again.

The light was dim, and our frenzy slowed suddenly into reverence. For the first time, we weren’t running, weren’t hiding, weren’t rushing.

Knox lay there, breathing heavily but quietly, watching me crawl over him like I owned him. And tonight? I fucking did.

With agonizing slowness, I dragged his pants and boxers down, never breaking eye contact. I caught a glimpse of more ink on his thighs, but the real showpiece was his cock. It sprang free, hard and throbbing for me. I had seen him naked before, obviously, but somehow this was different. I could take my time. I could worship him.

I straddled his waist. Knox’s hands gripped my waist like a tether. I didn’t sink down—and I wasn’t going to let him inside me, not yet.

I rocked against him, rolling my hips slow and tantalizing, my soaked pussy gliding along his length. I felt him twitch beneath me, and I smiled to myself. He wanted me so bad. He wanted to sink inside so desperately.

Knox could worship me, too.

I leaned down to kiss him. As soon as my chest rested on his, I wanted to melt and relinquish every ounce of free will to the man whom I had already given my heart.

Knox chuckled under his breath. One hand stroked my back soothingly. The other stroked my damp folds. I closed my eyes and hummed.

“I thought we were getting hot and heavy,” he said, though he didn’t sound annoyed. “Not napping. The sheets aren’t that nice.”

“No,” I agreed, looking up at him. His scruff scratched at my forehead. “But I’ve never… rested before.”

Knox kissed my temple. “You finally believe I’ll keep you safe?”

“I know.”

Knox swallowed hard. I would never say something like that if I didn’t mean it from the bottom of my trauma-scarred soul.

We were quiet for a moment, just thinking, and then I sat up, bracing my hands on his chest. My fingers swirled his chest hair, which made him smirk a little. “Maybe I should reinforce that with… you know.”

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