Page 19 of Possessed By Knox
“Don’t call me that,” I breathe, but it’s halfhearted because the truth is that I’m starting to like it.
“You like it,” he says, like he’s reading my mind, walking me back to the bed as he kisses along my neck. “And you’ll love what I do to you next.” The back of my knees hit the bed and I find myself flopping down, his massive frame looming over me, his eyes running hungrily over my nudity. I fight the urge to cover up. I’ve never been naked with a man before, and I’ve never seen one naked either.
But I can’t take my eyes off him when he yanks off his jacket and drops it with my clothes on the floor. His eyes remain on mine as he whips off his T-shirt, and I gasp as the soft light from the window dances across his skin, tracing the lines of ink that crawl over his robust chest and along his well-defined shoulders and strong arms. His muscles flex as he moves his hands to his belt, and my eyes follow them over the well-sculpted abs of a man who spends a hell of a time working out. God, I’ve never seen a body like his, not even on the screen.
I wonder what it feels like to touch that ripped stomach.
My eyes drop lower when he strips out of his jeans and boxer briefs, and all saliva dries from my mouth at the sight of his hard length. Even in my inexperience, I know that Knox is…big. Doubt filters in and I swallow nervously, staring up at the man who doesn’t seem one bit concerned.
“Knox…”
“Don’t worry, baby, it’ll fit,” he says raggedly. “In fact, I don’t want you to worry about anything at all. Trust me to take care of you, like you did at the conservatory. Can you do that for me, baby?”
I don’t know what it is about this man that makes me willing to drop the careful control I’ve held on to my whole life, but I nod almost without thinking.
He grins, and I watch with surprise as he pulls a silk cloth out of the drawer in the bedside table. Kneeling on the bed next to me, he carefully wraps the cloth around my eyes.
My heart is pounding, but I’m surprised to realize that I feel more anticipation than fear. When the cloth is secure, the world around me nothing but darkness, Knox guides my hands up to the headboard and wraps my fingers around a post there. “Hold on here, and don’t let go—just let me make you feel good,” he instructs firmly.
I feel him shift on the bed, and he starts to kiss his way down my body. With my sight gone, each touch, no matter how gentle, is a shock. A thrill. His lips are soft as they trail down over my collarbone, and my nipples pebble as he draws closer to my breasts.
I can’t help it—I almost scream when with no warning, his mouth clamps down around a nipple and sucks firmly, but it quickly turns into a moan of pleasure.
I had no idea it could feel like this, like every part of my body is attuned to the place where his tongue strokes around the peak of my breast. Like when his teeth gently scrape against my nipple, there’s a string that travels from there to my sex, tugging, making me arch into his touch. I wonder if I could come from nipple stimulation alone.
I shiver, gripping the bar of the headboard tighter, as he leaves my breasts and travels down, presses open-mouthed kisses along my belly, down over my hip, closer and closer to the heat between my legs.
The bed shifts again, and I imagine him kneeling between my spread legs now, staring down at me. I’m still wearing my panties, but with the blindfold on, unable to see his face, I’ve never felt more exposed.
Knox chuckles. “Feeling good, little bird? Ready for more?”
I’m dying for him to touch me, to make me feel the way he did in the conservatory. I want more with him. Everything. But I don’t know how to ask for it. I nod frantically. “Knox, please…touch me.”
My breathing gets choppy when he grabs my panties and wrenches them down my legs before tearing them off and tossing them aside. I gasp when he pries my thighs open, exposing my sex to those feral eyes before lifting my left knee to his shoulder.
“Holy shit, baby,” he growls, his voice dark and dangerous. “Maybe I should have done this at the conservatory after all. Then I wouldn’t have spent all day wondering what your hot little pussy looks like. What you taste like.”
I jolt on the bed when he leans in and I feel his hot breath against my most intimate parts. I blush fiercely when he inhales deeply against my skin and a deep growl hums in his throat. “Knox…what are you doing?” I can’t see him, and it’s driving me crazy.
“It loses meaning in telling,” he says as he kisses my inner thigh. “So let me show you.”
I barely have time to process his words before the wet pad of his tongue sweeps between my folds and a delicious sensation spreads through my body in a rough shudder. He repeats themotion before closing his mouth around my clit, and I cry out, hips lifting off the bed. He holds me in place as he buries his face between my legs, teasing me with his lips and tongue, driving me to madness with every lick, rub, and gentle pull.
God. Oh God!
This is insane.
It’s madness that I’ve allowed myself to be in this position. To form yet another connection to this place, and yet here I am, on the bed of one of the most dangerous men in the city with his head buried between my legs and…
I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. With anyone else.
He moans, as if he’s tasting the most delicious meal. The sound is so low that I almost think I’ve imagined it. I can feel his tongue swiping over my sex in fast strokes and a calloused finger slowly teasing my entrance.
“Knox,” I pant, abandoning my grip on the headboard and reaching down to grab a fistful of his hair, pulling hard. “I need…faster.”
He indulges me as his tongue saws faster over my sex, growling like a caged animal as his fingers dig into my hips, no doubt bruising them. I roll my hips to meet him, chasing that delicious burst of pressure that threatens to tear through me, and when his mouth closes hotly over my sensitive bud in hot suction, my body shoots off the bed with a scream. He pulls me back down, his hand flattening me as his mouth tugs at my clit, faster and harder until my muscles tense and release and I let out a wretched sob.
I feel it through every cell, my toes curling with pleasure as the sensitive feeling rolls through every inch of my body, leaving me breathless. He laps at my sex until I’m shaking with sensitivity and as my orgasm subsides, he pulls back to reach up and pull the blindfold off.
