Page 30 of Possessed By Knox
“Knox?”
“Shhh,” I whisper, walking toward the bed and staring down at my wife, loving every curve and dip of her skin. Her nipples are little beads, pink and juicy. Calling for me to relieve the pressure with a graze of my lips and the pad of my tongue, but she’ll need to be patient. Waiting’s half the fun. I grab my phone and take a picture of her, just lying there naked andlooking so fucking hot. I let her hear the click of the flash, and smile when her head whips toward the sound.
“Knox, did you just take a picture?” she asks, sounding mortified. “Delete that.”
“Now, why would I do that?” I toss the phone to the nightstand and climb into bed. “That will go to the super-secret gallery I keep of my wife’s pictures for when I miss her.”
“Pervert.” She chuckles.
“Yours, sweetheart. Your pervert,” I say, tracing the back of my hand down her collarbone and between her breasts, pulling back when she pushes into my hand. “Patience, my bossy little bird.”
“I want your hands on me.”
“Soon,” I rasp, trailing my tongue over the seam of her lips. She moans, leaning up to chase my mouth, but I pull back. I chuckle at the frustrated sound she makes before leaning back down and take her lips with mine. I groan when I taste the wine we shared on her lips, sweeping my tongue over her to get more of it. “You are a fucking gem,” I say into the kiss. “How the fuck did I find you?”
“That’s my line.”
“We’ll share it,” I say, reaching for the massage oil I bought this afternoon. I pour some into my palms and rub them together before turning to rub her shoulders.
“Oh!” She sighs, and I feel the tension drain from her body as I work her muscles, massaging her arms and shoulders.
Her breath catches when I start moving down her body, rubbing my oily palms over the swell of her breasts, and she whimpers when I rub at her nipples. They’ve grown sensitive since she had our second child, and watching her arch into my hand, desperate for my touch, sends the feral need to possess her thrumming through me. I lean down to kiss the spot between her tits, slowly moving over to wrap my mouth hotly around oneof them. “Knox,” she cries out, her back arching off the bed as I suck at her nipple, rolling my oily finger around the other.
“I’m just getting started, sweetheart.”
“But I want you. Inside of me. Please.”
“Patience,” I rasp into her skin, dragging the necklace I wear along her skin as I trail my lips over her body. The pendant on my neck matches the one around hers, a lock and key gift I got her before we got married. It was a graduation gift I gave her so we had something physical to represent our love before the rings, but the meaning changed when she saw the gifts. She chose to take the lock so I could keep the key, and her reasoning had floored me.
The key held control, and so she wanted me to have it. The control she’d held on to for so many years. It was only with me that could she breathe. Away from the stress of her work and the chaos outside, around me she could unlock all of it and not have to worry. At home, she could relax and let go. [KB41]
Three years ago, I never would have imagined caring about someone more than I cared about myself or the club that practically raised me from my teenage years. But Ruth became the most important person in my life. She became my everything, and that made me an extremely dangerous man. I would kill for her, and almost did when her parents tried to insert themselves in her life again. I wouldn’t stand for it.
Ruth is mine.
“Knox…oh God,” she whimpers when I nip at her skin, the urge to mark her intense. I want to show everyone that she belongs to me. I need more than the ring on her finger. More than the pendant lock she never takes off her neck. I run my tongue over the sting, smoothing it in slow licks.
“It’s not right. Not healthy for me to want you this much,” I say, pushing up and dragging my hard cock over her stomach as I do. “Sometimes, it grabs me by the throat and I want tograb you and hide you somewhere only I will ever see you. Other times, I want to take you out and around the city to show you off. Let everyone know that the ring you wear binds you to a fucking Rebel.”
“I belong to you. Only you.”
“Damn right you do,” I growl, dragging my cock between her tits. I push them together and thrust between her oily breasts, groaning as my precum drips over her chest. “You’re mine.”
“Yes,” she whispers, those sexy lips parting, so I push up and slide my cock into her mouth. She moans, wrapping her lips tightly around my cock as she goes slack and I hold myself in her throat. Her face relaxes and this dreamy look settles on her expression. I rub a thumb over her cheek as I keep my cock in her mouth before pulling out to let her breathe. She coughs, gasping for air, but there’s a smile on her face as she takes me back in.
“Fuck, baby, like that, take my cock,” I grind out, shoving my cock deeper into her, groaning at the tightness of her throat and how perfectly she takes me. How goddamn beautiful she looks when she lets me take control. I give it a few more seconds before pulling back, and she coughs, leaning up to take me in again but I pull back. “That’s enough for now, baby. I need to be inside of you.”
I reach up and remove the blindfold, then untie her. She blinks at the dim light as her eyes try to adjust before they close again as I enter her, slowly until I’m halfway in. And then I slam home. She throws her head back and arches off the bed as I start rocking slowly into her.
From the moment I met this woman, I don’t remember a day when I didn’t want her. When I didn’t love her.
“You’re so big!” she cries out, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as she takes me. Lets me take her. “Christ, you feel so good too. How is it that this has never changed for us?”
“It’s never going to,” I say, gripping my wife’s hips and riding her pussy in slow but hard thrusts. The bed shakes from the force of it, but I can’t seem to get enough. There’s a well inside of me, a deep want and longing for her that never seems to be sated no matter what I do. I always want more of her. Need more of her.
I thought things would change with the kids. Neither of us have particularly good examples for parents, and we were both concerned that somehow we’d mess up when we first found out she was pregnant. But we didn’t.
And we weren’t alone either. No, we belong to a community that would risk getting in trouble with the law while speeding down the highway before they miss the birth of a new member.
