Chapter 54 CHAPTER 54
YAEL
I moaned into his mouth, fingers twisting in his hoodie. “Knox—”
“Shh,” he murmured against my lips, voice rough. “Let me take care of you.”
His hands slid down my sides, tugging my shirt up and over my head in one smooth move. My bra followed seconds later, tossed somewhere across the room. Cool air hit my skin, but then his mouth was there—hot, wet, perfect—closing over one nipple and sucking hard.
“Oh God,” I gasped, arching into him. My hands flew to his hair, holding him there. “Yes—please—”
He groaned against my breast, the vibration shooting straight between my legs. “You taste so fucking good,” he rasped, switching to the other side, teeth grazing just enough to make me cry out. He left wet, open-mouthed kisses everywhere, sucking dark marks into my skin—hickeys blooming across my chest, my collarbone, the tops of my breasts.
“Everyone’s gonna see these tomorrow,” he muttered, voice low and possessive. “And they’ll know you’re taken.”
“I want them to,” I panted, pulling him closer. “Mark me. Please.”
He growled, sucking harder, until I was whimpering nonstop, thighs pressing together because I was already so wet it hurt.
His hands went to my jeans next, popping the button, dragging the zipper down. “Off,” he ordered, voice thick. “Now.”
I kicked them off, panties too, until I was completely naked in front of him. He stepped back for a second, eyes raking over me like he was memorizing every inch.
“Fuck, Yael,” he breathed. “You’re perfect.”
Then he dropped to his knees.
I barely had time to process before his hands gripped my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed. His mouth was on me—tongue flat and broad, licking up my center in one slow, deliberate stroke.
“Knox!” I cried out, head falling back.
He didn’t stop. He licked me like he was starving, tongue circling my clit, then dipping inside me, then back again. Two fingers slid into me easily—I was so ready—and he curled them just right, hitting that spot that made my legs shake.
“So wet for me,” he groaned against me, the words vibrating through my core. “Taste so sweet, baby. Could eat you all night.”
“Don’t stop,” I begged, hips rocking against his face. “Please—oh God—right there—”
He sucked my clit into his mouth, fingers pumping faster, and I shattered. My orgasm hit hard and fast, thighs clamping around his head as I moaned his name over and over.
He didn’t let up until I was trembling, oversensitive and gasping.
Then he stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes wild.
“My turn,” he said, voice dark.
He pulled his hoodie and shirt off in one go, then shoved his jeans and boxers down. His cock sprang free—hard, thick, already leaking at the tip.
I licked my lips without thinking.
He noticed. “You want it?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“On your knees, baby.”
I slid off the bed instantly, dropping in front of him. He tangled one hand in my hair, guiding me forward.
“Open,” he said.
I did.
He pushed in slowly at first, letting me adjust, then deeper. I took as much as I could, hollowing my cheeks, tongue swirling.
“Fuck,” he groaned, head tipping back. “Your mouth—Jesus—Yael—”
I bobbed my head, taking him deeper, until he hit the back of my throat. He cursed, hips twitching.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
I did, eyes watering as I stared up at him.
“That’s it,” he rasped. “So pretty with my cock in your mouth. Take it—yeah—just like that—”
He started thrusting, gentle at first, then harder, fucking my face while I moaned around him. Drool slipped down my chin, but I didn’t care. I loved the way he lost control, the way his grip tightened in my hair.
“Gonna come if you keep that up,” he warned, voice strained.
I pulled off with a wet pop, gasping. “Not yet.”
He hauled me up, kissing me hard—tasting myself on his tongue.
“Condom,” he muttered against my lips, reaching for his nightstand.
I watched him roll it on, hands shaking slightly.
Then he pushed me back onto the bed, climbing over me.
“Ready?” he asked, eyes locked on mine.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please—need you—”
He pushed in slow at first, stretching me, filling me inch by inch.
We both groaned.
“So tight,” he hissed. “Fuck—you feel perfect.”
“Move,” I begged, wrapping my legs around him. “Please move—”
He did.
Slow, deep thrusts at first—pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in. Then faster. Harder.
The bed creaked under us, headboard knocking against the wall.
“Knox—oh God—harder—”
He gave it to me. Pounding into me so deep I saw stars, one hand gripping my hip, the other braced beside my head.
“Look at me,” he growled.
I forced my eyes open, meeting his.
“You’re mine,” he said, voice rough. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I gasped. “All yours—only yours—”
He angled his hips just right, hitting that spot over and over, and I lost it. My mouth fell open, drool slipping out the corner as I moaned nonsense, completely gone.
“That’s it,” he praised, thrusting harder. “Let go for me—come on my cock, baby—”
I did. Hard. My whole body clenched around him, vision whiting out as I screamed his name.
He followed seconds later, burying himself deep, groaning my name like a prayer.
We collapsed together, sweaty and breathless, his weight on me perfect and grounding.
He kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my lips—soft now, gentle.
“You okay?” he whispered.
I nodded, still dazed. “More than okay.”
He smiled against my skin. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”
I laughed weakly. “Give me five minutes.”
“Three,” he bargained, nipping my neck.
I shivered. “Deal.”
He rolled us so I was on top, hands stroking my back.
“I meant it,” he said quietly. “You’re mine.”
I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“And you’re mine,” I whispered back.