Page 64 of I Am Lioness

“Baby…” Knox tilted his head to one side, his fingertips grazing down my thighs to my knees. “I'm gonna need you to keep doing that.”

The words found their way from the little temptress in my head and out of my mouth in breathy purr before I could think twice.

“You like that?” I questioned.

A dark chuckle rumbled in his throat. “Do I like that?” He parted my legs wider, then reached behind me to grip the back of the couch, looming above me. His head dropped down, leaving mere inches between his face and mine. “Do. Not. Stop. Do you hear me?”

“I'll take that as a yes.” I breathed out, already beginning to feel the build up of my ministrations.

He chuckled again with this slick grin, glancing down between our bodies to watch the show I was providing. One large hand clasped around my thigh, pushing it down further, allowing him a better view.

I’m not sure how much time passed in between him simply watching to when picked me up off the couch, threw me down onto bed, and slipped inside me in one fluid movement. His thrusts were so deep, I was clawing at his back, arching off the bed, losing myself in the sensation I’d been craving since he left me feeling bereft in the shower.

Soon enough, I was rightthere,yet again about to fall over into the mind-blowing depths of oblivion when Knox slid out without any warning at all. My eyes snapped open, instantly locking with his piercingly blue stare.

“No!” My voice loud and overly frustrated. “Why are you doing this to me?!”

Knox grinned devilishly and curled an arm over my hips before standing upright on his feet. The swift motion arched my back off the bed and my legs fell over his shoulders, trapping his head between them. He was supporting all my weight, clearly intent on keeping me suspended and completely at his mercy.

His eyes didn't stray from mine as he slid one large finger through my drenched folds, then another, gliding them up and down in a torturously slow motion.

They spread me open and he dipped his head close, letting his tongue run from my throbbing entrance up to my swollen clit. Sucking the bud between his lips, he rolled it back and forth until I was bowing so far back I was leaning on my shoulders. I bucked in his grasp, mewling like a wild cat and death-gripping the sheets in my fists as he assaulted me with his mouth.

He pulled off with a loud pop. “A few more strokes and I would've come, kitten.” His chest rumbled. “Gone off like a fucking rocket.”

He glanced downward at my aching core and licked his lips, plunging a finger in, then another.

“You feelso fucking good.”

And another...

“But I'm not ready for the grand finale just yet.”

I gasped as he worked all three fingers in and out of my sex. They were nothing in comparison to his dick but right then in that moment, they felt utterly amazing. Then again it was more than likely just Knox. Anything and everything he did to me felt good. How, when, and where...he knew it all. How to touch me. How to make love to me. And how to fuck me.

Knox Carr was a filthy, glorious god, with the sex drive of a beast, and he was allmine.

“So here's how this is going to work, baby.” He murmured, gradually increasing the speed of his ministrations. “You’re gonna come,hard,just like this, and then I'm gonna flip you over, drive it home, and fuck you until we come aparttogether.”

Oh my god.

The softest moan slipped past my lips.

“How does that sound?” He questioned with a feral growl.

“Perfect.”

The word had barely left my mouth when he began slamming his fingers into me, delving so deep I could feel his knuckles pushing at my entrance.

I peered up at him and was instantly entranced much in the same way he was just a little while ago. The concentrated expression on his face had me hypnotized most, really. Dark brows were knit together, nose bunched, bottom lip caught between his teeth…

God, he was sexy.

It was one thing to solely feel him driving into me, but to see him between my legs, finger-fucking me into ecstasy, was the most erotic thing I'd ever witnessed, and with that image playing out before me, the coil finally snapped and I unraveled. Fiercely. Loudly. And as Knox had said, more intensely than I had ever experienced in my life.

After my littlerun-in with Panterra in D.C, I was amped. I’d annihilated Kelsey Crown in record time, knocking her out cold during the first forty-five seconds of the first round. Quick, easy, and nearly lethal. Another victory under my belt and another step closer to the finals.

Two days following the D.C. fight, we left for New York City. The concrete jungle was the last stop before the semi-finals. Everyone was on edge, the good kind of edge filled with the type of excited energy where you felt like you were bouncing off the walls.

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