Chapter 55 CHAPTER 55
YAEL
I woke up slow, like swimming up from the bottom of a warm, heavy ocean. My body felt… used. Deliciously used. Every muscle ached in the best way, and between my thighs there was this deep, throbbing soreness that made me bite my lip the second I shifted. Knox’s sheets smelled like him—clean soap, a hint of his cologne, and something that was just Knox. His arm was slung over my waist, heavy and possessive even in sleep, his chest pressed to my back.
Holy shit. We had sex. Actual, mind-blowing, world-shifting sex. Twice. No, three times? The memories blurred together in the best possible way—his mouth on me, his hands everywhere, the way he’d looked at me like I was the only thing in the universe.
I needed to pee. And brush my teeth. Morning breath after everything we’d done last night? Not happening.
I carefully slid out from under his arm, trying not to wake him. He mumbled something, brow furrowing, but didn’t open his eyes. I smiled like an idiot as I tiptoed naked to his bathroom.
The mirror confirmed what I already suspected: I looked wrecked. Hair wild, lips swollen, hickeys everywhere—dark purple blooms across my boobs, neck, even one high on my inner thigh. I traced one on my collarbone with my fingertip, heat rushing through me all over again.
God, Yael. You’re so gone for him.
I found a spare toothbrush in his drawer—still in the package, thank God—and started brushing. The mint foam felt heavenly. I was mid-brush, eyes half-closed, when strong arms wrapped around me from behind.
“Morning,” Knox’s voice rumbled against my ear, low and sleepy and perfect.
I jumped a little, toothpaste nearly dribbling down my chin. He chuckled, chin resting on my shoulder, watching me in the mirror.
“You scared me,” I mumbled around the brush.
“Sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. His hands slid up my bare stomach, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. “Couldn’t help it. You look too good standing here naked in my bathroom.”
I rolled my eyes, but my stomach flipped. “Pervert.”
“Only for you.” He reached around me, grabbed his own toothbrush, and started brushing right there, arms still caging me in. It was so domestic, so couple-y, that my heart did something stupid.
We brushed in silence for a minute, just staring at each other in the mirror, goofy smiles threatening every time our eyes met.
“You’re cute when you concentrate,” he said, spitting into the sink.
“Shut up,” I laughed, rinsing my mouth.
The second I straightened, he spun me around and kissed me—hard. Minty and deep and claiming. I moaned into it instantly, hands flying to his chest.
“Knox—” I gasped when he pulled back just enough to bite my bottom lip.
“Back to bed,” he ordered, voice rough. “Now.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He just scooped me up, my legs wrapping around his waist automatically, and carried me the few steps to his bed.
We fell onto the mattress in a tangle, his body covering mine.
“I need you again,” he growled against my neck, already hard against my thigh. “Tell me you want it.”
I arched up into him, desperate. “Fuck me hard,” I whispered. “Please. I need it rough.”
His eyes darkened. “You sure?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Use me.”
He groaned like I’d wounded him, then flipped me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up. But no—he changed his mind, rolling me back over and straddling my chest.
“Open,” he said, voice thick.
I did.
He pushed into my mouth slow at first, letting me adjust, but the second I moaned around him, he lost it. His hands tangled in my hair, hips thrusting deeper, harder.
“Take it,” he rasped. “Just like that—fuck—your mouth is perfect.”
I gagged a little, eyes watering, but I didn’t pull back. Drool spilled from the corners of my mouth, down my chin, onto my chest. Spit slicked everything as he fucked my face relentlessly, groans spilling from him like he couldn’t hold them back.
“Look at you,” he panted. “So fucking pretty choking on me. My good girl.”
I whimpered, one hand between my legs because I was aching again already.
He noticed. “Don’t touch. That’s mine.”
I whined around him, but obeyed.
He pulled out suddenly, chest heaving. “Need to be inside you.”
He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, rolling it on with shaking hands.
Then he was back between my legs, pushing in to the hilt in one deep thrust.
We both cried out.
“So tight,” he groaned. “Even after last night—fuck—you feel like heaven.”
“Move,” I begged, nails digging into his shoulders. “Hard—please—”
He didn’t hold back.
He fucked me hard and deep, hips snapping, bed slamming against the wall. One hand came up to my throat—not squeezing, just holding, possessive. The other cracked against my ass, sharp and perfect.
“Yes—” I gasped. “Again—”
Another spank. Harder.
He kissed me messy and filthy, swallowing my moans, choking me lightly as he pounded into me.
“Mine,” he growled against my lips. “This pussy is mine. Say it.”
“Yours,” I sobbed, drooling a little because I couldn’t close my mouth, couldn’t think. “All yours—Knox—don’t stop—”
He didn’t.
He fucked me until I was shaking, until I came so hard I saw stars, clenching around him as he followed with a broken groan.
We collapsed together, sweaty and breathless.
He kissed me soft this time, slow and sweet.
“You okay?” he whispered, brushing hair from my face.
I nodded, dazed. “So okay.”
He smiled, kissed my forehead. “Stay there.”
He disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard water running. A minute later he came back.
“Bath’s ready.”
“You ran me a bath?” I asked, voice small.
“Yeah.” He scooped me up again, carrying me like I weighed nothing. “You’re gonna be sore. Let me take care of you.”
He lowered me into the hot water—perfect temperature, bubbles and all. I moaned as it soothed my aching muscles.
Knox knelt beside the tub, rolling up his sleeve to wash my back gently.
“You’re spoiling me,” I murmured, eyes half-closed.
“Get used to it,” he said softly. “I like taking care of you.”
He kissed my temple, then disappeared again. Came back with a mug of tea—chamomile, just how I like it.
“Drink,” he ordered, handing it over.
I sipped, watching him over the rim. He looked so content, just sitting there on the bathroom floor watching me bathe.
“You’re not kicking me out?” I teased.
He shook his head. “Never. Stay as long as you want.”
But eventually I had to face reality. Classes.
I climbed out reluctantly, and he wrapped me in a towel, drying me off himself.
“You sure you can walk?” he asked, smirking.
I swatted his chest. “Shut up. I’m fine.”
He kissed me one last time—slow, lingering. “Text me when you’re done with class. I’ll bring food.”
“Bossy,” I grinned.
“You love it.”
I did.
I left his dorm in his hoodie and my jeans from last night, hair in a messy bun, trying to look casual even though I was walking like I’d ridden a horse for hours.
By the time I made it back to my dorm to change, every step reminded me exactly what we’d done. I was sore as hell—thighs burning, core aching, hickeys throbbing under my clothes.
Worth it. So worth it.
I threw on leggings and an oversized sweater, scarf high to hide the marks, and headed to my lecture.
Mia was already in our usual row, saving me a seat. The second I slid in beside her, she turned—and her eyes went wide.
“Oh my God,” she hissed, loud enough that a few heads turned. “You fucked!”
I wanted to melt into the floor.
“Mia!” I whispered furiously, face flaming. “Shut up!”
“You did! Look at you—you’re glowing! And walking like you got railed into next week!” She grabbed my arm, eyes sparkling. “Who? When? How? Details, Yael, I need details!”
“Shh!” I buried my face in my hands. “Can you not announce it to the entire lecture hall?”
She lowered her voice, but only slightly.
“Not here,” I begged. “Please. I’ll tell you later.”
She studied me for a second, then gasped again. “Wait—the hickeys! Let me see—”
“No!” I yanked my scarf higher.
She cackled. “Oh, it’s bad. He marked you up good.”
I groaned, sinking lower in my seat.
The professor walked in, thank God, and Mia fin
ally shut up—but not before leaning over one last time.
“You’re so getting grilled tonight,” she whispered. “I want every detail. Positions, size, stamina—everything.”
I wanted to die.