Page 81 of Love's a Witch
“There you are,” Knox said. His lips claimed mine in a searing kiss, and he entered me in one long stroke, filling me so completely that I shattered against him, my body convulsing around his hardness, loving the feeling of being completely covered and filled by him. He pumped into me, my hips rolling, matching him thrust for thrust, as my pleasure built once more.
Not being able to touch him was the single most infuriating and erotic experience in my life. There was nothing I could do but give over to him as he pounded against me, hard against soft, the slick rhythm throwing me over the edge once more, and I broke around him as he bent his forehead to mine.
“Bloody hell, Sloane. You’ve ruined me.” Knox caught my lips in a searing kiss, his words imprinting on my heart, and then he shuddered against me as he found his own release.
He rested beside me, just for a moment, his breath hot at my throat.
“Incredible.” Angling up, and over me, Knox peppered sharp short kisses against my lips. “Stunning. Immaculate. Mind-blowing.”
I blushed, even though a giggle threatened to bubble up. Knox reached up and untied my wrists, kissing the skin there gently. Once I was released, a wave of shyness swept over me, and I crossed my arms over my chest.
That had beensooutside my comfort zone.
No man had ever taken control of my body and owned my pleasure like one Knox Douglas had.
“Come here.” Knox patted the crook of his arm, and when I hesitated, feeling uncertain now that it was over, he sighed and pulled me close, rolling me easily so he was the big spoon.
I had no idea what to think, no frame of reference for how to explain just how he had made me feel. He’d completely unraveled me and put me back together again, shined a light into all of the shadowy corners of my soul. And I wasn’t sure what to say or do after an experience like that. If he was any other person and this had been any other situation, I would have patted him on the bum and thanked him for a nice time before strolling out. But since the first time I’d seen Knox again, he’d put me on my back foot and kept me there, and now I was struggling to reconcile my feelings for him.
When I opened my mouth to speak, to say anything that could shore up my walls, he just tucked me closer and pulled the blanket over us.
“Rest a bit now, Sloane. You can fight your battles another time.”
I smiled at the windows, loving and hating how well he already knew me.
And despite it all, my lids fluttered closed, and I fell into the first deep sleep I’d had in ages.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOKnox
I woke before Sloane, comfortable and cozied at her side, and took a moment to just savor how great I felt. Waking up, with her next to me, made me feel complete in a way that I hadn’t known I’d needed.
Her dark lashes fanned across her cheeks, and her hair was a tumbled mess around her head. I shifted, moving closer, and her eyes fluttered open, her gaze shifting to me.
I could see the instant she put her walls up.
It was almost physical, the way she protected herself, her expression going from sleepy and vulnerable to guarded in five seconds flat.
Which was fine. This was all fine. I had patience and I believed in my ability to gain someone’s trust. Sloane just needed to give me time, and I’d show her that I could be a constant in her life.
I grinned as she pushed up, rumpled and awkward, and made use of the bathroom, likely checking if there was another door out so she could slip away undetected. I rolled in the breakfast cart that I had called for, let a happy Blue in, and brought the food to the table with him at my heels.
When she came out, dressed once more in her own clothes, hair knotted back on top of her head, she skidded to a stop whenshe saw Blue sitting in his own chair at the table, a small plate of food in front of him.
“Oh,” Sloane said, her eyes darting around the room. Everywhere but my face, really. Smiling, I strode across the room and cupped her chin in my hand. Bending, I took her lips in a searing kiss that left no doubt about how I felt about her, and she moaned gently into my mouth, softening against me.
“Good morning, witchling. I wasn’t sure what you liked for breakfast, so I ordered a bit of everything.”
“Coffee,” Sloane said, swallowing thickly. Taking her hand, I nudged her into a chair.
“Did you have a nice night, buddy?” Sloane said, reaching out to scratch behind Blue’s wings, and he wiggled in his seat.
Oswald ran from me for part of the night, but once we ignored him, he came back to play.
“That sounds about right for Oswald.” I laughed and poured Sloane a cup of coffee.
“I love that you can hear Blue speak,” Sloane murmured, her face buried in the cup that I had handed to her.
The dragon left early this morning, before light, but said to tell us he’d be around if we ever need him. He was happy with whatever meal Henry fed him.
