Page 20 of Just One Night
“Oh god. Oh....oh.” I can't breathe, can't see right, can't even be sure what I'm feeling is real.
“Fuck you feel so good. Look at me, Ella,” I find his eyes in the mirror again, seeing something primal burn in them, “You watch me fuck this tight little ass. Watch me take another part of you. You watch how good it makes me feel.” I refuse to look away from the mirror image of him after that.
I watch the way his muscles bunch and flex as he thrusts; sliding so deep I swear he might never find his way out. Watch the way he's fascinated with the images of his cock burrowing deep. Knox is beautiful lost in pleasure, taking from me what I know no one else lets him take.
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Gonna own every beautiful Goddamn inch of you, Ella. All of you is going to be mine.” My fingers dig into my cheeks as I watch him take me, knowing damn well he's going to walk out of here tonight owning parts of me whether I like it or not.
Knox already does. Did long before I met him in the park today. Maybe even before I met him at the coffee shop. Nothing I can do, nothing he will do after tonight, changes it. It's just a fact.
And, I don't even care what it might hurt later. For now, it feels too good to consider the pain that will come later.
“Jesus Christ, Ella. Nothing else....no one else....fuck. It is too goddamn good.” Tossing the phone to clatter into the bowl beside me, Knox bears down, fucking into me harder, so hard it hurts. But I like the pain. Never before have I felt a pain that hurt until it brought pleasure right behind it.
As he wraps his hands around my throat, squeezing until I struggle to breathe, and fucks me harder with every pound of his hips into my ass, it's all of that. All of that and more. I slam my hand onto the counter, clawing at the cool marble as an orgasm so exquisite it brings tears to my eyes tears through me.
“Goddamn. That's it, Ella. Come for me, baby. Come while I come in this tight ass. Going to walk out of here dripping me from every part of your beautiful body, baby. Now. Come with me and say my fucking name.” I scream, feeling as if pleasure is battling pain as he rams into me again and again, the friction of his thickness pushing at my clit feeling so good.
“Yes. Oh god. Yes, Sir. I'm coming, Sir. I'm coming. Come inside me. I want to feel sticky with you.” Not sure who I turned into once I stepped into this hotel room with Knox tonight, but the girl I was outside this room wants to buy her a fucking drink.
“Fuck, Ella!” Knox burrows deep inside me as he comes, jerking inside me as hot, sticky pleasure slicks my thighs.
I flatten against the counter, shuddering with sobs as the feeling of fullness, being owned by him, overwhelms me. Knox pulls out and I off my feet, in his arms, cradled so gently it makes the sobs worse. Water hits my face and I realize he's moved us beneath the shower. I struggle, shaking my head.
“Don't wash it off. Want you all over me tomorrow, Sir.” Knox growls and kisses me so deeply, so savagely, I forget what I am going on about.
“Not done with you. Not yet.” Once again, he cleans me up after he sets me on my feet, taking care of me in ways I never would have expected.
After, he carries me to the bedroom and sets me so gently atop the bed, fresh tears flood my eyes. I never cry. Like, ever. Okay, I cried for Bambi's mom. I mean, are you human if you don't? Cried when Andy gave his toys up too. But I mean, real life shit? Never.
“Wait here for me?” I cock a brow at the question in his tone.
“Not done with you yet, either, Sir.” My cheeks get hot when he growls, dropping to cover my mouth in a sweet, bruising kiss.
My body aches in a way that proves I've been doing sex all wrong. I stretch out, wincing as the throb between my legs twinges. I rub a hand over the red marks at my wrists, trace teeth marks at my breasts and stomach. Just the sight of them makes me hot again.
Jesus, what has Knox Kinkaid done to me?
“Feeding you like I promised. Wait. Don't move.” Knox comes back into the room, smiling and light, so fucking beautiful it hurts.
“Feeding me? I won't move.” I giggle as I wiggle my fingers around the headboard where I'd wrapped them moments before he stepped back into the bedroom.
“I did promise you lunch, beautiful. Goddamn I love seeing those marks on your body.” I flush as he aims his phone at me, taking several shots. Again, floodgates between my legs.
“Tomorrow, will you look at these and touch yourself?” I ask boldly as he comes to climb over me.
“Baby, I already touched myself to your photos. So, yes. I will.” Knox is naked, on his knees above me as he cages my own knees between his.
“Which one?” I slide a hand down my body, watching him take more photos as it lands between my legs.
“Any would have done it, Ella. The one of you in the bed was my favorite. Looked like you were touching yourself, like right now. Or just finished. You are a sight to see when you come. After you come. Hope I captured it tonight.” I wince a little at the reminder that it’s just tonight. Never again.
We both go quiet as if thinking the same thing. Knox reaches for the straps still tied to the bed, watching my eyes as he wraps one around my wrist. He ties one hand, then the other, pausing just long enough to answer the door with whatever food he ordered.
“After I feed you, I am going to fuck you again. And probably again after that. Going to tie you up and use this beautiful body like you want me to. Because, you want me to, don't you, Ella?” I nod, need and fear battling inside me.
“Yes, Sir.” Knox sets a tray of food on the bed beside me.
I smell salmon and broccoli, my mouth watering. But, he doesn't feed me yet. Shoving my knees back, he ties them with my wrists. I am spread open for him to do whatever he pleases with. It both excites and terrifies me. But, for whatever insane reason, I trust him to give me pleasure now. Pain later.
