Page 127 of Doomed
“Harder,” I demand, bracing my hands on his chest as I move up and down. “Make me feel it tomorrow.”
Knox growls and flips us over in one powerful motion. Suddenly, I’m on my back, his weight pressing me into the blankets as he hovers above me. His eyes burn with feral intensity as he hooks my legs over his shoulders, the change in angle letting him drive impossibly deeper.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp as he slams into me, hitting a spot that makes white-hot pleasure flame behind my eyes. “Right there!”
“Look at you,” Knox pants, his hips pistoning relentlessly. “So fucking perfect taking my cock.”
Each thrust hits that perfect spot inside me, building pressure so intense I can barely breathe. My filter dissolves completely as the pleasure builds to unbearable heights.
“Fill me up,” I demand, my nails raking down his back. “Want your cum so deep inside me. Want you to fucking breed me.”
Knox’s rhythm falters momentarily before he drives into me harder, deeper. “Yeah? Want me to put a baby in this perfect pussy? Make your belly swell with my child?”
The filthy words send another wave of heat through me. “Yes! Make me yours completely. Fucking mark me from the inside out.”
“Already wearing my ring,” he growls, driving into me with punishing force. “Now you need my cum, don’t you? Need me to flood this tight little cunt until it’s dripping down your thighs.”
“Please,” I beg shamelessly. “Fill me up. Want to feel your cum inside me for days.”
“That’s it,” Knox growls, sweat beading on his forehead as he pounds into me. “Gonna fuck a baby into you right under these stars. Make you remember exactly who you belong to.”
My back arches as another thrust hits that perfect spot. “Only yours. Only ever yours. Fuck, Knox, breed me!”
The fantasy of him breeding me intensifies every sensation, pushing me closer to the edge.
“I know we can’t yet,” I gasp. “But god, Knox, nothing turns me on more than imagining you putting your baby inside me.”
“One day,” he promises, his rhythm becoming erratic as his own release approaches. “When you’re ready, I’ll take out that IUD myself. But for now—” he pushes impossibly deeper, his voice a commanding growl, “—come for me, Bianca. Now.”
My pussy obeys instantly, as if his words alone could trigger my release. The orgasm crashes through me with such force that I scream his name, my entire body shaking as pleasure radiates outward from where we’re joined. I feel the hot gush of liquid as I squirt around his cock, soaking us both.
“Fuck, baby,” Knox groans, his eyes wide with awe and desire. “So fucking perfect.”
He drives into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his release fills me. I feel each twitch of his cock, each jet of warmth flooding my insides as he claims me completely.
“Mine,” he gasps, his forehead pressed against mine as he continues to empty himself inside me. “Forever mine.”
We remain joined as our breathing slowly returns to normal, neither willing to break the connection. The stars twinkle above us through the canopy of branches, witnesses to our union. Knox’s fingers trace the ring on my left hand, his expression soft.
“I hated you at first,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his jaw. “That day in the gallery when you touched me without permission.”
“I know,” he murmurs, kissing me softly. “I deserved that slap.”
“Who would have thought hate could transform so completely?” I stroke his face, marveling at the journey that brought us here. “I love you beyond reason, Knox Blackwood.”
“And I love you, Bianca Hayes. Soon-to-be Blackwood.” His eyes, so often filled with mischief or danger, now shine with nothing but absolute devotion. “You’ve saved me in ways you’ll never understand.”
His lips find mine in a kiss that’s gentle yet possessive. No desperate urgency now, just the slow burn of certainty. This man—this dangerous, beautiful, complicated man—is mine.
Who would have believed this? Certainly not the woman who tried so hard to resist him during all those flirtatious encounters. Even after the Hunt, I told myself it was just pheromones—just the intensity of being claimed by someone so commanding, so overwhelming in his passion.
But somewhere along the way, I fell completely. When he rescued me from Orlov, I knew. When he held me afterward, vulnerable in ways he never shows anyone else, I knew.
I pull back slightly, needing to see his eyes. Those piercing blue eyes that miss nothing, that saw through every defense I tried to build against him.
“Mrs. Blackwood,” I whisper against his lips, testing how it sounds. “Bianca Blackwood.”
Love and triumph flash in his eyes, and his arms tighten around me.
The moonlight catches the sapphires surrounding my diamond, throwing blue reflections against our skin. The same blue as his eyes, as the mask he wore during the Hunt, as the silk he dressed me in when he claimed me.
I never really stood a chance. From that first meeting, we were inevitable—like gravity, like the tide, like the inexorable pull of something written in the stars, and I wouldn’t change one moment we’ve shared.
