His tongue slowly began an intricate dance across my cunt. He gradually but surely built tension in my core as he lavished the center, ensuring to tease my clit with every lick and methodical stroke of his tongue. A coil built in my belly, threatening to spring loose as he took his time coaxing my release to the edge.
He was driving me mad with the need to come, but I knew he was fully aware of what he was doing. Each powerful flick of his tongue was calculated as he intentionally licked over my lips, center, and then moaned. It created a delicious vibration that landed against my clitoris with devilish intentions. Knox was a master at edging me to the brink of madness. I fucking loved it, but I hated it just as much.
I rocked against his ravenous mouth, moaning and whimpering whatever he wanted to hear. Fuck being prideful, I wanted him to push my next orgasm to end me. The wicked rumble of his laughter had my eyes closing as it created friction against my center. The rattle of approval had arousal rushing to my entrance, forcing a whimpered cry from my lips. It wasn’t merely a little warmth gathering there, but rather enough to feel it trickling from my entrance. Knox was greedily cleaning it, as if he approved of how drenched he was making me. When I tried to push myself up to ride his mouth, his arm tightened over my abdomen, banding against it.
I tried to sit up, to haul myself up to ride his glorious lips until I came all over his face. Needy whispers exploded from my lips as he chuckled at my feeble attempt to take control from him. The arm banded around my abdomen tightened, even as his tongue pushed into my cunt, forcing a loud, sultry whimper of defeat from my lungs. Knox fucked me, as if his tongue was a cock instead of the muscle within his mouth. His name dripped from my lips as a soft cry of exclamation tore from my throat as it flicked my G-spot. The bastard was writing his name upon it, enforcing his claim of ownership.
“If I ask who this—”
“It’s yours motherfucker! I’m yours, all of me. I’ll do whatever, say whatever, as long as you fuck me,” I babbled, uncertain if actual words were falling from my lips. “I’ll worship your dick at its altar if you just fuck me. Just wreck me, Knox. I’m yours, every part of me belongs to you and only you. I am yours. My pleasure. My pain. My soul. All of it is yours already. I need you to destroy me, now!”
“Good girl,” he praised before pushing from the rock, then carefully grabbing my wrists before allowing my body to slide down against his. I’d assumed he was going to make me prove it to him, but he pushed into my body instead. “Knox,” I moaned through the pleasure and pain as it washed through me like a shot of morphine. Knox was a drug that you never wanted to eradicate from your system. He’d forced me through highs and lows. This man caused my brain to be in a state of euphoria when he battered down my defenses, then claimed me for his own.
“Fucking hell. You are so fucking perfect,” he growled. Knox captured my chin with one hand, wrapping his palm against my jawline and pushing his thumb between my lips. “Taste how deliciously wet you are for me. So fucking good for me. Fucking hell, woman. You undo me.”
“Please!”
I closed my lips around his thumb, tasting my arousal upon his flesh, as his cock continued to piston into my core. My legs wrapped around his waist, then I began meeting his thrusts willingly.
“You are such a lovely creature, Aria. I wish you could see how wild you look being fucked into submission. Your hair is a gorgeous mess of chaos, and your flesh is painted red from strain, scratches, and my hands gripping every inch of your exquisite body. Your delicious cunt is red from being stretched from my cock, sloppy, wet from the arousal it created in order to take all of it deep into your needy flesh.” Knox repositioned so he hit the sweet spot attached to every nerve in my body. The friction it created caused desire to flare within my body as fear bit into my mind. “I love your scent mixing with mine, proving you’re my girl.”
“Knox,” I whispered, hissing as the orgasm began swelling through my abdomen, driving straight to my clit.
“You’re my girl. Only mine, Aria. I won’t fucking lose you now, not after everything we’ve been through together. I couldn’t live through it. Do you hear me?”
My whimpered moan was smothered by his thumb slowly fucking my mouth, and I hadn’t even realized he’d been moving until I felt a silky, feather-soft fabric against my back. Knox leaned over me, slowly withdrawing his thumb before his lips crushed against mine.
The kiss wasn’t a kiss at all. It was him declaring ownership of my entire soul with his lips, his tongue, and heated mouth. His tongue dueled against mine, dancing in an ageless, endless kiss. His palm cradled my cheek as the other braced his weight above me. Each whimpered moan that escaped, Knox eagerly drank into his lungs. His cock slowly moved within me, as if he were trying to be gentle. The kiss turned harder, needier as my hands moved, cradling his face, and his hips began pumping harder, faster against my body.
When he tensed in climax, I shot over the edge of oblivion with him. It was intensified by the euphoria humming through my veins. This bastard had coerced me out of my flesh, while making me shed all inhibitions as I evolved from merely thinking as a human. I’d felt a bevy of emotions in such a short time that I was both overwhelmed and excited. Breaking from the kiss, Knox watched me shattering into a million shards of glass, which he continued holding until I slowly put myself back together.
“Bloody hell, woman. You’re so fucked. There’s no world in which I would ever let you go.” His eyes searched mine with something I hadn’t seen in his eyes before. Vulnerability. “Do you understand me? I will bring the Nine Realms to its fucking knees if that is what it takes to keep you with me, Aria. I’d rather live in ruins than spend eternity without you at my side.”
“As if you get a choice?” Leaning up from the bed, I kissed him softly. “There’s no one else I’d ever want beside me, Knox. Broken pieces and sharply-cutting edges, I’d still choose you. Always. That isn’t a question you ever need to ask me. I’m yours,” I promised as tears rolled from my eyes and a smile played on my lips. “Do you understand me?” I countered, feeding his words right back at him. It wasn’t the right words we’d needed to say to one another. Neither desired to speak or hear those words until we were physically holding one another, or at least, I didn’t.
Knox and I had survived too much to want anyone else. Not in the way we craved one another so viscerally profound that it caused an ache to my very bones. This cruel, savagely brutal creature was mine. I’d destroy anything or anyone who thought to take him from me. I loved him more than I actually cared to admit it to even myself. Knox Karnavious, the same sadistic prick who’d sent my entire world toppling to the ground like ruins of an ancient temple, was the man I wanted to spend my forever with. If I didn't end up with him, then I didn’t want to end up living. He was the other half of my soul, and without him? I wouldn’t be whole.
He’d known I wasn’t actually here, which was why he hadn’t marked me as he’d promised to. The marking inside a dreamscape only offered pain. As I remained on the bed, a chaotic mess of soreness, I watched the man I’d once considered my enemy beginning to pull away from me. Had his thoughts followed mine into the dangerously dark, turbulent lengths he’d go to keep me? Because I know now why love was worth fighting for. He’d taught me that lesson along our trek from where we started out, to where we were now.