Page 15 of Possessed By Knox
Because I’m falling in love with you, comes the unbidden thought, before another quickly follows.Because you’re mine.
But I don’t have an answer that won’t send her running for the hills, so I kiss her. Words that I can’t speak out loud, I pour them into the kiss, trailing my tongue over the seam of her stubborn mouth until she opens to me, letting me taste her. The sweetness of her tongue, the softness of her sighs, and the way she melts against me—I knew she would feel amazing, butfucking hell, I wasn’t prepared for the possessive feeling it would incite.
I want her to be mine.
Her hands tug at my lapels, and she gets up onto her tiptoes and whines into the kiss, pushing for more. There’s something innocent and eager about the way she leans into the kiss, but of course, she doesn’t just ask—she demands more. I can’t help but smile at that, indulging her as I indulge in my own need to taste her, swallowing her moans as I tug at her nipples.
Whatever reservations or concerns she had seem to drop by the second. My lips stay on hers as I slick my hand down her belly,unbuttoning her jeans [KB23]and sliding my hand into her pants, over her panties. When I reach the warmth between her thighs, I break the kiss to look at her, watching her expression asI tease her clit through her panties.[KB24]
“What have you done to me?” I ask roughly, my cock aching for me to abandon all reason and just take her. “What is it about this prim and proper woman with glaring eyes and a stubborn mouth that pulls me in?” So deep that I might drown.
Her breath hitches. “I’m not stubborn, or any of those other things you just mentioned.”
“Oh, but you are,” I counter, my voice strained. “Very stubborn, and yet, I seem to like it.” Her eyes light up with surprise before fluttering to a close when I pull her panties aside and tease her sex with my middle finger, rubbing circles around her folds until her feminine lips part for me. I groan at how wet she is. How needy. “Open your legs wider for me, baby.”
“I’m not stubborn,” she argues, even as she hesitantly spreads her legs for me. There’s a shyness around her movements that makes me question her experience. I had her pinned for someone who would be as bold in sex as she is with everything else, but I’ve judged her wrongly before. I could be wrong about this as well.
“Hold on to me, baby,” I rasp, wrapping an arm around her waist even as she wraps her arms around my shoulders. “I need you to be really quiet. Don’t cry out and draw attention to us, okay?”
“As if you could do anything that would make me—oh God!” she sobs, jolting hard against me when I slide my finger through the valley of her wet pussy. She drops her face to my chest, her heavy breathing muffled as I tease her clit with my thumb, rubbing slow circles around her sensitive bundle of nerves.
“I like a good challenge,” I whisper into her ear, kissing the spot under her lobe. “I could drop to my knees this very second, lick your wet little pussy until you’re crying and begging. I could do a host of things that would make you scream the roof off of this place, so don’t tempt me, little bird.” I stroke her clit slowly as I move my middle finger to her entrance, and I’ve barely pushed the tip inside before she closes tightly around my finger. So tight. Is she…?
I look down at her face and catch the truth in her expression.
A virgin.
Jesus Christ.
I’ve never been with a virgin before. Never really put much thought into my former bed partners’ experience. What did I care what they did and with whom? None of that mattered as long as we were all on the same page about sex being a one-time thing. It was just an outlet, but…
This is different. I knew from the second our eyes locked that I would never be able to look at another. Her past wouldn’t have mattered to me, but fuck, she’s a virgin. Untouched. My inexperienced, stubborn little bird. And I want to take her.
More than anything else in the world, I want to make this woman mine.
Possessiveness claws at my chest, ripping at me with feral need, begging for me to claim this woman, mark her so no one else dares come close to her.
“Knox,” she pants, her nails digging into my back, and I realize that my thoughts are bleeding into my actions.
My hand is moving faster, needier, over her sex, stroking her slit in tight, rough circles. Her legs begin to tremble, and when the orgasm tears through her, it threatens to drag us both to the ground.
“Oh God!” She bites hard into my shirt to stop the sobs as violent tremors rip through her system, leaving her a trembling mess.
My cock aches behind my fly, begging for her tight warmth, but I push down my own need, strumming her clit and drawing out the orgasm until she’s hissing from sensitivity.
“Kiss me,” I growl, barely recognizing my own voice, and when she pushes back from my chest, my mouth seeks hers in a deep, hungry kiss. I hold her close as I lick into her mouth, feeding her my tongue and taking hers with feral need.
Mine.
My cock is hard as stone, and I’m panting when I push back to look at her. She’s standing there with her hair mussed, her shirt unbuttoned, her bra undone and almost exposing her pale tits, and her jeans gaping open and halfway down her hips. I take a mental picture of her, committing it to memory. She’s so fucking beautiful.
I don’t just think I’m falling in love with her. I’ve already hit the ground—quite hard, if the ache in my chest is anything to go by.
“Aren’t you glad I brought you here to see the flowers?” I ask, brushing her hair from her face and sliding it behind her ear. “You could have missed out on all this fun.”
“Yeah, sure, looking at the flowers was the fun part,” she snarks as she works to straighten her clothes, but I see the flush on her cheeks and read her true feelings in her eyes when she lifts them briefly to mine.
“You’re embarrassed.” I chuckle, amused despite the roaring in my pants. “Who would have thought that I’d find something that embarrasses Miss Prim and Proper?”
