Page 22 of Possessed By Knox
A roar tears violently out of my throat and I flatten her on the bed, pumping like a madman and flooding her with heavy spurts of my seed. It occurs to me in the moment that we didn’t think to use protection and…I could get her pregnant. I imagine Ruth’s stomach swollen with our child, my little bird glowing like a flower.
Fuck, the thought makes the moment even more intense, and I’m an animal as I take her, driving my cock into her wet pussy until she’s taken all of me.
A shudder wracks my body one final time before I lose all strength in my muscles and drop on top of her. I realize I’m crushing her, so I roll to the side, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her to my side, nuzzling her hair and drowning in her scent.
Despite my promise to take it gently with her, I was rough. Fuck. “Ruth?”
“Hmm?” She burrows into my side, her voice a soft murmur.
“Are you okay?” I ask, kissing her forehead. “How are you feeling?”
“Warm, good, tired, sleepy,” she says with a yawn, burrowing deeper into me. “Happy.”
“I was rough with you. I’m sorry.”
“It was perfect,” she says, her voice a little quiet.
“Still, I’m sorry. I lost myself for a moment and I just wanted to have you. All of you.” She doesn’t respond, so I push back slightly to look at her, surprised to find her fast asleep.
I watch her for a few moments longer before I decide to clean up. I grab a wet towel and head back to the bedroom. She doesn’t stir as I clean her up, and my heart jumps at the crimson spots that hold the evidence of her lost innocence. I vow in that moment to take care of her. To treasure her and the precious gift she’s just given me.
I leave to dispose of the towel and when I get back, she’s still asleep.I climb into bed with her, wrapping my arms around her body, and allow myself to follow her into sleep.[KB29][KB30]
Chapter Seven
Ruth
This is reckless.
It’s beyond reckless for me to be here and not back at college working on my senior design project. Everyone says the senior year of any college student, especially those in the engineering field, is the most important year of a student’s life. And by that, they mean we shouldn’t allow ourselves a moment of rest or distraction and yet, here I am.
In bed with what might be the most charming and dangerous man in the entire city. Oh, it’s beyond reckless, but there’s no way to stop it, and I don’t believe I would even if I could.
I was doomed from the second I spotted him. The moment he saw me. Something about that face…
I open my eyes slowly so I can get a look at the man. My head is pillowed on his arm, so I shift slightly to get a better view of his face. He’s still deep asleep, which allows me to look my fill.
The morning light catches in his hair, giving it a rich mahogany hue. His jawline is strong, like a granite cliff against the white pillow. I let my eyes drift down to his chest, and with the sheets tangled around his waist, I get a clear view of his abs and the tattoos winding around his chest and arms. I bite my lipand watch his face as I lift my hand to his chest, tracing a finger over the tattoos, mesmerized by how the ink seems to shift and change in the soft light.
Christ, he looks so good in the morning and I just want to lick him. Everywhere.
So I do.
Slowly, I lean in and trace my tongue over his chest, grazing his nipple as I lick at the tattoo on his pec. He groans in his sleep but doesn’t wake up, so I do it again, this time moving lower. It’s bold and it’s crazy, but we’re in bed and he’s just so warm and…sexy.
Safe.
It’s what he made me feel from the second I spotted him. In an environment filled with scary-looking men, one look at him and I felt all the worry slip from my shoulders. I didn’t realize it then, and admitting it even to myself still scares me a little, but I became his from that moment.
Scared that handing over control means you won’t get it back? If that’s what you’re worried about then let me put your mind at ease. I’m not looking to control you, Ruth. I just want to make you feel good.
He groans again when I nip at his nipple before running my tongue over it to soothe the sting. This time, he does wake up, and his fingers tunnel into my hair, pulling me back before I move any further. “What are you doing, little bird?” he rasps, his voice thick and heavy with sleep. And so freaking hot.
The silly nickname makes me shiver with delight, and I lean in to kiss his abs, loving the way his muscles tremble under my lips.
“Fuck!” he groans, and my eyes shift when I spot movement under the sheets. It’s fascinating, watching him harden at my touch, and it shouldn’t excite me the way it does. “You woke me up, baby, you’re not stopping now, are you?”
“No,” I breathe, slowly tugging down the sheets to reveal his massive girth. In this lighting, he seems twice as big as he did last night. All sense of boldness fades and the nerves set in as I find myself faced with a new obstacle.
