Page 87 of Bad Wolf

Be closer. Connected. Together.

He reaches over to where the condoms lie. Ripping one off and tearing it open, sheathing himself in a practiced way. I shun the thoughts of howpracticedhe must be. There is no room for them in this moment.

I get one more pump with his fingers and then he’s lining himself up with my entrance and pushing forward.

I whimper at the intrusion. Nobody compares to Knox Madden. Not in girth or length. No one has ever made me feel this full. Only him.

“Oh fuck, you’re tight,” he grits his teeth and then lets out a slow exhale.

He’s still while I try to adjust, taking my nipple into his mouth, forcing me to melt into the bed. He still knows how to play my body. Knows exactly what to do to get me to relax. He bites and sucks and nibbles until I’m comfortable and pliant.

“You can move now,” I tell him.

“Just one more second,” he says as he laps at my breast. “Okay, I think I’m good.” He grins down at me and I giggle. It lets the air back into the room somehow, and I smile against his neck.

“Did we nearly have a repeat of our first time?”

“That would have paled in comparison,” he chuckles, giving a tentative thrust and nods.

Knox starts gliding in and out of me, instantly setting me alight from the inside out. His body hovers over me, close enough that with every movement, our chests brush, the friction adding to the full-body experience of finally being in Knox’s arms again.

He frames my head with his hands, his elbows taking the brunt of his weight. His thumbs skim my cheeks lightly and he takes sips of my lips in a completely unhurried way that takes me off guard.

I feel like we’re on a rollercoaster. Like we’re trying to make up the lost time in a single moment. He pushes, and I pull. We’re frenzied and hot and then in the next breath we’re realizing we’ve got each back.

It’s only when the corners of my eyes get damp that I know I’m about to completely lose it, and I grapple to get closer to him. He kisses the tears away, his lips soft as he soothes and calms the emotions that riot inside me.

I bow my body so he reaches deeper inside me. The new angle pulls out a groan and he speeds up.

We say nothing. There are no praising words falling from his mouth like before, and I’m not begging him for more or to go harder. We’re cocooned by our memories, by the love we once shared. We’re engulfed by our pain too.

Imissedhim. So excruciatingly. It burned so fiercely I could hardly breathe.

Missed how his laughter hit every part of me. How his smile made my heart beat faster. His quick wit and teasing playfulness. His protective manner.

“Knox,” I choke on my sobs and when I rip my eyes open, I know he’s right there with me.

His sapphire blue eyes are glassy. He nods and wipes his wet cheek on his shoulder but forges forward taking us both higher.

My climax hurtles through me with an unrivaled force, and I scream his name through my tears. I shake and sob as he buries his own tear-soaked face in my neck coming just a few seconds after me.

I love him. I love him so much. This man. This larger-than-life being plastered to my body, and what little control I had over my emotions snaps.

He rolls us to our sides but keeps us joined.

“Hey, it’s me and you now, okay? The hard part is over.”

“What do you mean?” I sniff.

He carefully inches out of me with a wince and deals with the condom. He ties it off and throws it across his room, it landing in the waste basket with ease. Then he runs his palm over his face a few times drying it off.

I sit up too and he reaches across, running his fingers over my collarbone.

“It’s complicated, but it’s us, right?”

He captures my open mouth in another blistering kiss, and all notion of finishing that conversation gets forgotten as he lets our bodies do the talking all night long.

CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE

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