Page 63 of Doomed
My knees buckle at the raw hunger in that sound. I have to reach out and grab one of the hanging ropes to steady myself.
“You’re not running anymore,” he says, his voice rough with desire as he stalks toward me. “Decided to surrender?”
The predatory grace in his movements makes my mouth go dry. His mask accentuates the intensity of his stare, making him look dangerous and otherworldly.
“Maybe I wanted you to find me,” I whisper, surprising myself with my boldness.
“Maybe I wanted to see what you’d do to me in here.” The words fall from my lips before I can think better of them, a confession that hangs in the air between us.
Knox groans—a sound so raw and desperate it vibrates through me. He closes the distance in three determined strides,his hands suddenly everywhere—tangling in my hair, gripping my waist, pulling me against him.
He yanks down his blue mask, and when his mouth crashes into mine, there’s nothing gentle about it. The kiss is messy and desperate, all teeth and tongues. I taste myself on his lips, a reminder of what we’ve already done tonight, what he’s already taken from me.
“Fuck, Bianca,” he breathes against my mouth. “You’ve got no idea what you do to me.”
Knox’s hands move with ease as he guides me below a particular rope. “Arms up,” he commands, and I comply without hesitation.
He binds my wrists with the silken ropes, creating intricate patterns that hold me securely without cutting into my skin. The blue silk dress rides up my thighs as he continues, his fingers occasionally brushing against my bare skin.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, watching as he steps back to admire his handiwork.
“Giving you exactly what you asked for.” He moves to a corner of the room where a metal wheel protrudes from the wall. “You wanted to see what I’d do to you in here.”
With a few swift turns of the wheel, the ropes tighten, and I’m suddenly lifted off the ground. I gasp as my feet leave the floor, my body now suspended several feet in the air, completely at his mercy. The ropes hold me in a seated position, my legs dangling freely below me.
Knox circles me slowly, his eyes devouring every inch of my suspended form. The vulnerability of my position—hanging in mid-air, unable to touch the ground—sends a confusing mix of fear and arousal surging through me.
“You should be careful what you wish for, Bianca,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “Because I might give it to you.”
He positions himself beneath me, strong hands gripping my thighs and placing them over his broad shoulders. The blue silk dress bunches around my waist as he secures me against him, his hot breath teasing my exposed center.
“Knox, I—” My words dissolve into a moan as his mouth claims me. His tongue delves deep, lapping hungrily at my sensitive flesh, slick with both our releases.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he growls against me. “Both of us together—we taste fucking perfect.”
The realization hits me—he’s tasting himself inside me. A fresh wave of arousal crashes through me. The thought of him enjoying the mixture of us, finding pleasure in the most primal proof of our connection, is erotic.
I writhe in my bindings helplessly as his tongue continues its assault. The ropes creak above me, swinging slightly with each movement, intensifying every sensation as Knox devours me with animalistic hunger.
His grip tightens, drawing me closer as if he can’t possibly get enough. Each stroke of his tongue sends electricity crackling through me, intensified by my suspended state.
“Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for. More? Release? For him to never stop?
His eyes lock with mine, burning with wicked intent. Then, without warning, he takes my sensitive clit between his teeth and bites down—not hard enough to hurt, but with enough pressure to push me over the edge.
“Oh god!” The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, making me shake in the ropes. And then a rush of fluid gushes from me, straight into Knox’s waiting mouth.
Horror and embarrassment flood through me as I realize what’s happening. I’m squirting—actually squirting—all over his face. I try to pull away, mortified, but the ropes hold me firmly in place.
But Knox... Knox moans like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. He doesn’t pull away; instead, he presses closer, his mouth open wide, drinking everything I’m giving him. His throat works as he swallows, not missing a drop.
When the waves finally subside, he looks up at me with those dangerous blue eyes, his chin glistening with my release. “I’m such a good boy for you, aren’t I?” he purrs, licking his lips obscenely. “Love swallowing every drop of your sweet arousal.”
My cheeks flame with embarrassment and undeniable desire. No man has ever responded to me with such unfiltered hunger.
Knox Knox shifts me slightly on his shoulders. Still riding the high of that last orgasm he tore from me, I don’t realize what he’s doing until I feel his teeth graze the lowest part of my abdomen, just above my pussy. His teeth sink into the tender flesh, making me jolt at the sensation. A gruff chuckle comes from him, and he adjusts again, latching his mouth firmly on my skin and sucking hard. My thighs tremble on his shoulders. He wasn’t referring to his cum when he said he would mark me—he’s literally marking me. Just the thought of him so possessive of me makes me moan aloud, earning another chuckle from him. Pressing a tender kiss to the large purple love bite he created has me grinning before I even think to hide it.
His fingers already working at the button of his pants. “Time to add my cum again,” he growls, freeing himself. “You need more of me inside you, don’t you? Need to be filled up properly again now that I’ve eaten all our cum out of your cunt.” Then I’ll decide where my next mark will go. Can’t have anyone mistakenly assuming you’re not taken, can we?” The thought makes my core clench, and I bite my lower lip trying to mask my grin—a grin that I know he caught based on the cheeky wink he just gave me.
