Chapter 62 CHAPTER 62
CHAPTER 62
YAEL
I pushed Knox onto his back and climbed over him, straddling his hips. He was already hard again—impossibly hard—his cock pressing hot against my thigh. I rocked forward slowly, grinding my wet core along his length, coating him, teasing him without letting him inside.
Knox groaned deep in his chest, hands flying to my waist. “Yael—fuck—”
“Shh,” I whispered, leaning down to brush my lips over his. “Let’s fulfill two of your wishes, shall we?”
His eyes went dark, pupils blown. “Which two?”
I wrapped one hand around his throat—firm, not cruel, just enough pressure to make his breath hitch. “This one,” I said softly, squeezing lightly.
He groaned louder, hips bucking up involuntarily.
“And the other,” I continued, starting to grind again—slow, torturous circles, sliding over him but never quite taking him in. “Edging you until you beg.”
“Jesus,” he rasped, head falling back. “You’re evil.”
“You love it,” I teased, tightening my grip on his neck just a fraction.
“I do,” he admitted, voice strained. “Fuck, I really do.”
I sank down then—slowly, inch by inch—taking him all the way until he was buried deep inside me. We both moaned, the stretch perfect, overwhelming.
“God, princess,” he breathed. “You feel—fuck—so good.”
I started moving, rolling my hips in lazy circles, keeping the pace agonizingly slow. My hand stayed on his throat, thumb stroking the side of his neck as I rode him.
“Look at you,” I murmured. “Taking it so well.”
He whimpered—actually whimpered—and the sound went straight between my legs.
I leaned down, lips brushing his collarbone, and started leaving hickeys—sucking hard, biting softly, marking every inch of skin I could reach. Neck, chest, shoulders, the spot just below his ear that made him shudder.
“Mine,” I whispered against his skin with every mark. “All mine.”
“Yours,” he groaned, hands sliding down to grip my thighs tight. “Always yours.”
I kept edging him—lifting almost all the way off, then sinking back down slow, clenching around him just to hear him gasp.
“Baby—please—” he started, voice breaking.
“Not yet,” I said, biting his earlobe. “You don’t come until I say.”
He buried his face in my neck, breath hot and ragged against my skin, little whimpers escaping every time I clenched around him.
“So hot,” I whispered, grinding harder. “Hearing you like this. Knowing I’m doing this to you.”
“Yael,” he whined, fingers digging into my thighs hard enough to bruise. “I can’t—fuck—I’m so close—”
I sped up just a little, chasing my own high, the pressure building fast and sharp.
“Come for me first,” he begged against my neck. “Please—want to feel you”
I bit his ear again, hard, and slammed down.
The orgasm hit me like a wave, sudden and intense. I spasmed around him, crying out, nails raking down his chest.
“Don’t come yet,” I gasped, still shaking. “Hold it Knox, hold it for me”
He groaned miserably, face still buried in my neck, body trembling under me.
I slowed, barely moving, letting him feel every aftershock.
When I finally caught my breath, I sat up, looking down at him.
He was wrecked.
Lips swollen and red from my kisses, eyes glassy, chest heaving, hickeys blooming dark across his skin. Hair messy from my fingers, throat marked by my hand.
“So beautiful,” I whispered, tracing his jaw. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”
He whimpered again, hips twitching.
I leaned down, hand tightening on his throat once more.
“Cum,” I whispered against his lips. “Cum for me now.”
His whole body tensed—then shattered.
He came hard, filling me deep, groaning my name hips jerking up as he pulsed inside me over and over.
I held him through it, hand still on his throat, feeling his pulse thunder under my palm.
When he finally stilled, I collapsed onto his chest, both of us sweaty and breathless.
His arms wrapped around me immediately, holding me tight.
“Fuck,” he breathed after a minute. “That was—”
“Intense?” I finished, smiling against his skin.
“Yeah.” He laughed weakly. “You’re gonna kill me one day.”
“Worth it,” I teased, kissing one of the fresh hickeys on his neck.
He tilted my chin up, eyes soft now. “You okay, princess?”
I nodded, tracing the marks I’d left. “More than okay. I love seeing you like this.”
“Only for you,” he murmured, kissing my forehead. “Only ever for you.”
We stayed like that for a long time.
Eventually he reached for a blanket, pulling it over us.
“Stay tonight,” he said quietly. “Don’t go back to your dorm.”
I snuggled closer. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
He smiled, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.
“Good,” he whispered. “Because I’m nowhere near don
e marking you either.”
I laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his chest.
“Promise?”
“Always, princess. Always.”