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But what strikes me most is the vulnerability behind his intensity. Knox wears his heart openly. I can feel it in the way his fingers tremble slightly against my skin, in the unguarded look in his eyes that reveals emotions forming between us.
“I mean it,” he says, softer now, pressing his forehead against mine. “This isn’t just about sex. You know that, right?”
And I do know. Despite everything I once believed about Knox Blackwood, I can feel the love radiating from him—raw, unrefined, and completely genuine.
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KNOX
Sunlight filters through the blinds, painting stripes across Bianca’s bare skin. I watch her chest rise and fall with each breath, memorizing the curves and valleys of her form like I’m studying a masterpiece. Which she fucking is.
I run my finger down her spine, and she stirs, those beautiful eyes fluttering open.
“Morning, beautiful.”
She stretches like a cat, all languid grace. “What time is it?”
“Time to get up. I’ve got a meeting with my brothers in an hour.”
Her brow furrows. “About the Russian?”
Smart girl. Always paying attention. “Ilya Orlov. Yeah.”
I pull her up from the bed, leading her toward the bathroom. “But first, I need a shower. And so do you.”
Steam fills the bathroom as I adjust the water temperature. Bianca steps in first, water cascading down her curves, and I take a moment to appreciate the view before joining her. Her skin glistens under the spray, droplets clinging to her eyelashes as she looks up at me.
“Turn around,” I command, reaching for the soap.
I work up a lather between my hands and run them over her shoulders, down her back, around to cup her breasts. She leans into my touch, her ass pressing against my hardening cock.
“Feel that?” I murmur against her ear. “That’s what you do to me. Every. Fucking. Time.”
She turns in my arms, water streaming between us, and slides her hands down my chest. Without a word, she sinks to her knees, the shower spray hitting her back as she looks up at me through the steam.
“Fuck, beautiful.”
Her hands grip my thighs as she takes me into her mouth, those plush lips stretching around me. I thread my fingers through her saturated hair, guiding her movements as she works me with her tongue.
The sight of her on her knees, water running down her face as she pleasures me, is almost enough to make me come right then. But I hold back, wanting to savor this moment.
“That’s it,” I groan, tightening my grip on her hair. “Take it deeper.”
She complies, hollowing her cheeks as she takes me to the back of her throat. My head falls back against the shower wall, pleasure coursing through my veins like lava.
I pull her up by her hair, my cock throbbing with need. “Stand up.”
She rises, water streaming down her curves, eyes dark with desire.
“Turn around. Hands on the wall.”
Bianca complies without hesitation, placing her palms against the wet tile and arching her back, presenting herself to me. The shower’s large enough that she can spread her legs, giving me the perfect view of her glistening pussy.
“I’m not wasting my cum in your mouth today,” I growl, positioning myself behind her. “You’re taking it deep inside this perfect cunt.”
I slide my hand between her legs, finding her already slick and ready. “So fucking wet for me.”
She pushes back against my touch. “Knox, please.”
