Page 37 of Fright Night
The knife travels down my spine, over my hip, and down my right thigh before moving between my legs.
He isn’t…?
The blade lightly nicks my inner thigh, inches from where he’s pushing inside me. I stiffen while also trying to arch my body in case he thrusts too hard and actually cuts me.
“Knox?”
“Mm?” He lowers himself over my back as the knife continues tracing invisible lines around my pussy. “Scared, Trickster?”
“No.” I rock back into him, feeling the sting slice my skin at the same time. My curse accompanies the air, and maybe I’m a tiny bit afraid now.
He chuckles darkly. “Not scared because you didn’t truly believe I’d cut you. Now you know.”
“Know that you’re crazy.”
“Youmake me crazy, Oakley. No one else.”
When my legs start to shake, when I’m arching in a way that allows him to hit deep while careful of the knife he has against my skin, I’m ready to let go. Ready for what he didn’t give me last night.
The knife slides away and I nearly weep in relief. But then it’s back; the blade now flat and taps once, twice, three times against my clit, sparking me to another kind of life.
“Come, Trickster. Let me hear you.”
I think the next town over could hear me with how loud my yell is. With howgoodand relieving it is to be allowed to come by Knox’s design. It’s a never-ending sensation that drops my head to the ground.
The moment I start to come down, Knox slips from me, tosses the knife to the side, and flips me onto my back. He lines himself up and slams home with a deep cry. His body lowers over me, elbows beside my head and hands grasping my face, his fingers angling it up.
His mouth crashes against mine as he kisses me into and through my next orgasm. Then he hikes my thigh around his hip and lifts away slightly, gazing down at me with more emotion than I’ve ever seen from him.
“One more, Oakley. One more just for me.”
He slams deep, rough, one hand propelling him while the other tangles in my hair to push me down on his cock. He’s literally pounding me into the dirt; my body sliding up every so often. My cries are mindless, head tipped back to the moon above.
“Knox…Knox, I’m coming again.” My other leg wraps around his waist, keeping him tight inside me.
His hold gets rougher, guaranteeing bruises will be the lasting impression of this night. Ones more obvious than the mark he’s left on my soul.
He hits deep once, twice, and then white dots fill my vision as my body clenches around him. Heat fills my insides from his own orgasm, and he slowly comes down with heavy pants, releasing both my hair and my thigh with a long, sated sigh that feels more exposed than any other emotion he’s revealed since coming home.
His dark eyes flick around my face. There’s a story buried within his. More truths to be revealed, but in a language I only partially understand.
He lowers on top of me and kisses me a final time. Closed mouth and sweet, but packed with a passion involving years of unspoken words.
SEVENTEEN
KNOX
Imaginingthis moment never matched up to reality. To the sight of Oakley’s pleasure, the way her caution momentarily drops for another emotion. It’s a way that says she wants to curl up here, but there’s too much unspoken lingering between us and outdoors at one a.m. isn’t the time to have that conversation.
Silent, I help her to her feet and she immediately starts tugging on her dress. Considering the ties are ruined—no regrets—it won’t serve her well, especially in this weather. And there’s no way in hell she’s walking home with her tits out.
I yank my hoodie over my head and push it over hers, fixing her arms until it drapes her form, falling to her thighs. The sight twist my heart. It shouldn’t have taken this long to get her in my clothing.
“Thanks,” she mumbles, staring down at her phone like it has all the answers to whatever questions she’s inventing in her head.
“Come.” I grasp her hand and begin tugging her towards the exit after ensuring she has all her things. “I’ll walk you home.”
She falls into step beside me, tightening her arms around her chest. She remains silent for the entire walk, so I don’t speak either, pulling out a cigarette to keep my mouth busy.
