Page 158 of Shots & Echoes

Every touch sent sparks skittering across my nerves; every kiss left me aching for more. Knox’s devotion was evident in every movement—like he worshipped at an altar built solely for us.

Knox’s hands gripped my thighs, spreading them apart with a possessive urgency that sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through me. His breath was hot against my skin, each exhale a tantalizing promise of what was to come. My heart raced, and I felt the ache of need pooling deep within me.

He pressed his face against my mound, the rough stubble on his jaw scraping deliciously against the sensitive flesh. A gasp escaped my lips as his tongue darted out, tracing a slow, deliberate path along my slit. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure radiating outward from where he touched me.

His tongue moved with purpose, each stroke more insistent than the last. He licked and sucked, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer pressure that had me writhing beneath him. My hands tangled in his hair, holding him close as he worked me over with a skill that left me breathless.

When he slid one finger inside me, I gasped again—this time louder, unable to contain the surge of pleasure that followed. His finger curled, finding that perfect spot within me that made stars explode behind my closed eyelids. He added a second finger, stretching me further as his mouth continued its relentless assault on my clit.

The combination of his tongue and fingers was almost too much to bear. My hips bucked against him involuntarily, seeking more of the exquisite friction he provided. Each movement was precise yet fervent, driving me closer and closer to the edge with every passing second.

I could feel the tension building within me, coiling tighter and tighter until it felt like I might shatter from the intensity of it all. Knox seemed to sense this; his efforts redoubled as he licked and sucked with renewed vigor.

My breath came in ragged gasps now—each exhale punctuated by soft moans that filled the room. Knox’s fingers thrust deeper, faster—matching the rhythm set by his mouth as he pushed me toward an inevitable climax.

And then it hit—a tidal wave of pleasure that crashed over me, pulling me under and leaving me gasping for air. My body convulsed around his fingers; my mind went blank save for theoverwhelming sensation of release flooding through every nerve ending.

Knox didn’t stop; he kept working me through it all—prolonging the orgasm until I was left trembling in its wake. Only then did he pull back slightly—just enough to look up at me with those dark eyes that held so much intensity and desire.

Knox crawled on top of me, his body warm and solid against mine. I helped him strip, my fingers trembling slightly as they worked to tug at his sweatpants and peel away his shirt. Each touch felt electric, a jolt that traveled through my veins and settled deep in my core. His skin was a canvas of hard muscle and rough scars, each one telling a story I wanted to know by heart.

My hands roamed over him, tracing the lines of his torso, feeling the ridges of his abs, the planes of his chest. He was a sculpture—imperfect yet beautiful—every mark and blemish adding to the allure that made him undeniably Knox.

When he finally positioned himself at my entrance, I could hardly breathe. The anticipation was a heady mix of desire and something deeper—something that felt like trust. As he slid inside me, both of us moaned in unison, the sound filling the space between us and binding us closer together.

The sensation was overwhelming—hot and thick and perfect. He moved slowly, each thrust deliberate and unrushed. It was a complete departure from everything we had been—no longer frenetic or desperate but measured and meaningful.

I felt every inch of him stretching me, filling me completely. Each movement sent waves of pleasure radiating through my body, a steady build-up that was both torturous and exquisite. His pace was slow but firm, like he was savoring every moment just as much as I was.

Knox's eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense, holding me captive with their depth. It was as if he could see into my verysoul, peeling back the layers to reveal everything I had kept hidden for so long. His gaze never wavered, even as his body moved against mine with an almost reverent precision.

With each thrust, I felt myself unraveling—my defenses crumbling away until all that was left was raw emotion and unfiltered need. This wasn't just about physical connection; it was something more profound—a merging of two souls who had been through hell but found solace in each other.

My hands clung to him like he was my lifeline because in many ways he was. Knox's slow movements grounded me even as they sent me spiraling into an abyss of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself go completely—surrendering to the rhythm he set and the safety he provided.

Each slow thrust brought us closer together in ways words could never describe.

Knox kissed me like he was memorizing every curve, every taste. His lips moved with a tenderness that contrasted the intensity of our connection. It felt like he was trying to engrave the sensation of me into his very soul. His hands roamed my body, gentle yet desperate, as if he needed this—needed me—to survive. Each touch was reverent, as if I were something fragile, something precious.

Our bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt ancient and instinctual, sweat-slicked and breathless. The room seemed to fade away, leaving just us in this cocoon of heat and desire. But it was the eye contact that undid me completely. Knox's gaze never wavered, his eyes locked onto mine with a ferocity that spoke volumes.

Knox didn't look away. He held my gaze as if he could see right through me, as if he knew every secret I'd ever kept hidden. And in that moment, I realized that I wanted him to know—all of me.

His movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust a promise that he was here with me, fully present. I felt myself unraveling beneath him, my body responding to his touch in ways I'd never experienced before.

When I finally came apart beneath him, it wasn't release—it was surrender. I gave myself over to him completely, and in that moment, I knew that I was his. And I'd never wanted anything more.

I whispered his name, feeling him shudder above me, his own release following mine. He collapsed onto me, his breath hot against my neck as he held me tightly. We lay there for what felt like hours, our bodies entwined as we reveled in the aftermath of what we'd just shared.

I knew then that things would never be the same between us. Knox had broken down my walls, and I'd let him in. I was terrified of what that meant, but I also knew that I couldn't go back to the way things were before.

Knox rolled to his side, pulling me against his chest. His warmth enveloped me, a cocoon that made the chaos of the outside world fade into the background. Our breathing slowed, but neither of us spoke. I could hear the steady rhythm of his heart, each beat echoing in my ears, anchoring me to this moment.

The sex had been slow and deep, a collision of bodies and desires that left me breathless. But it was this—this quiet intimacy—that made my stomach twist with unease. I had never been good at vulnerability; it felt like standing on a cliff's edge, teetering dangerously close to falling.

Knox’s hand stroked my back lightly, absentmindedly tracing circles that sent shivers down my spine. It grounded me, anchoring my racing thoughts as I melted into him. I wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped up in his warmth and strength. But I knew better than to let myself indulge in such fantasies.

This was temporary. The world outside this room was waiting to destroy us—waiting to rip apart everything we’d built in secret. I could already feel the weight of it pressing down on my chest like a leaden blanket.

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