Page 10 of Big Forbidden Blacksmith

“Mine,” I growl as I take the hand from her thigh and wrap it around her throat, stroking my cock deeper and harder into her, drinking in the sight of my angel spread out on my workbench. “This pussy is mine. Only I get to have this body like this. You’re fucking mine, little girl.”

“Knox, I—oh!”

She doesn’t need to say the words for me to know what she wants. My eyes stay locked on her as I fuck her ruthlessly on the table, reveling in her cries as I take her, claim her for myself.

Suddenly, her pussy clamps down on my pulsing cock and with a roar, I spill my seed into her. Her tight little cunt milks me of everything I have as she comes around me. I’m left feeling drained and sated, panting as I come down from the best sex I have ever experienced.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” I whisper, cupping her cheek and brushing my lips over her forehead. “I didn’t hurt you?”

“No, never,” she whispers back to me, but before I can question her strange tone, she drops her forehead against my shoulder, looking as tired as I feel. I wrap my arms around her body and draw her flush against me with the unspoken promise to never let her go.

Whatever happens after this, we’ve tied ourselves together. Nothing can come between us now.

Chapter 5

Lara

Something is bothering me about what I just did.

Don’t get me wrong, I was fully prepared for whatever Knox and I have to get to this point, especially after I stopped painting and approached my gentle giant of a man.

In fact, I’d hoped for it. As soon as I realized I was feeling desire for him, I wanted him to have me. But now, I’m wondering if I’m in too deep. We hardly know each other, and yet he’s calling mehis. I should have a problem with it. This behavior isn’t normal.

My heart hammers in my chest. It’s a wonder he can’t hear it, close as we are right now.

I sigh at myself inwardly. I’m probably overthinking this. When he called me his and said no one else was allowed to touch me, we were both lost in the moment. I’m sure people say all sorts of things they aren’t serious when they get intimate …

But then … why does a small but very loud part of me want it to be true?

Do I even want to leave this place? The thought of leaving Knox makes my heart ache. I mean, I guess could stay a little longer and paint him some more. I have clothes with me, and the time away is blocked out on my calendar. It’s not like I’m supposed to be anywhere else.

I can stay a little longer, if he’ll have me, but can I stay isolated from civilization for so long? I’m a city girl through and through. I like being connected to other people, living life in the same rhythms as everyone else. At some point, I will want to go back but…

Will he let me go? WillIlet me go?

“I’m sorry I was a little rough with you,” Knox whispers as he presses gentle kisses on my naked skin. “Got a little carried away.”

“It’s okay,” I whisper. “I liked it.”

He hums before brushing his lips over the shell of my ear and nipping at my lobe. “Mine.”

I suck a sharp breath, arousal pooling between my thighs already. There he goes again, getting lost in the moment and calling me his. And I’m right there with him getting lost too.

“Knox,” I whisper, running my fingers through his hair and he leans in, nuzzling my neck like he’s touch-starved. “Should we head back inside?”

He draws back to stare at me and just like that, I get lost in his intense, dark eyes. They’re still heavy-lidded with want despite the fact that we just finished having sex less minutes ago. “I still want you. Fuck, I want to do it all over again and again, but I’m sure you want to make a few phone calls.”

“I probably should,” I say honestly, my cheeks flushing. “I don’t really want to, though.” Not yet at least. I want to enjoy my time with him while I can.

“I’ll draw you a bath while you think about what you want to do, and then make us lunch,” he says before standing and looking for his pants.

“I’ll help make lunch,” I say, sliding off the work bench, wincing as I step down on my sore ankle.

I head over to tidy the canvas and my tools as Knox gets dressed, and then we walk back together to the main house. Knox leads me straight to the bathroom and sure enough, there’s a huge bathtub. He turns the faucet on and starts to test the temperature for me as I grab my toiletries from my suitcase. My body sighs with relief a few minutes later as I finally sink into the warm, soothing water.

Before Knox has the chance to leave, I try to capture his attention with a question. “What kind of stuff do you make in your workshop?”

“I craft tools from wrought iron and steel, sometimes work on furniture or whatever it is a customer needs,” he says as he carefully sits on the rim of the tub.

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