Page 126 of Doomed
“I never believed in forever until I met you,” he says, his voice steady despite the nervousness I can feel radiating from him. “Marry me, Bianca. Be mine in every way.”
Tears well up in my eyes, spilling over before I can stop them. I’m nodding before I can even form words, overwhelmed by the rush of happiness that floods through me.
“Yes,” I manage through my tears, my voice breaking with emotion. “Of course it’s a yes, Knox. God, yes.”
Relief and joy transform his face, that rare vulnerability I’ve come to treasure flashing in his eyes. His hands tremble slightly as he slides the ring onto my finger—a stunning oval diamond surrounded by smaller blue sapphires that catch the candlelight. It’s perfect. It’s us.
“It matches your eyes,” I whisper, admiring how the sapphires mirror the exact shade of his intense blue gaze.
Knox rises to his feet, pulling me up with him. His arms wrap around my waist, lifting me slightly so we’re eye to eye. Thefamiliar scent of him—leather, sandalwood, and a scent that’s uniquely Knox—envelops me as his lips claim mine.
The kiss starts tender, a seal on our promise, but quickly transforms into hunger. My fingers tangle in his hair as his tongue slides against mine, claiming, possessing. His hands move to my hips to pull me against him. I can feel how hard he is, his cock pressing insistently against me.
“I want you,” he growls against my mouth. “Need to make you mine in every way tonight.”
“I’m already yours,” I gasp as his teeth graze my neck. “I’ve been yours since the Hunt.”
Knox pulls back enough to give me that wicked smile that makes my knees weak. “I planned for this part too, baby.”
He takes my hand, leading me away from the table and around a cluster of trees I hadn’t noticed before. There, nestled in a natural alcove, is a makeshift bed—plush cushions covered with silky blankets, surrounded by candles that cast a golden glow over the intimate space. He’s even arranged branches overhead with sheer fabric draped between them, creating a canopy that offers privacy while allowing glimpses of the starry sky.
“You really did think of everything,” I breathe, taking in the romantic setting.
Knox steps back, his eyes never leaving mine as his hands move to the buttons of his shirt. The familiar cocky smirk spreads across his face.
“Enjoy the show, baby,” he says, slowly unfastening each button with deliberate movements. “This is what you’re signing up for. Forever.”
Heat consumes me as he reveals his tattooed chest inch by tantalizing inch. He shrugs the shirt from his shoulders, letting it fall to the blankets.
“Like what you see?” he asks, running his hands down his abs to the button of his jeans.
“You know I do,” I whisper, unable to look away.
Knox pops the button, slowly drags down the zipper. “Tell me what you want, Bianca.”
“You. Always you.”
He pushes his jeans down his powerful thighs, kicking them aside until he stands before me in nothing but black boxer briefs, his arousal straining against the fabric.
“How about now?” he asks, palming himself through the thin material. “Still want this?”
He hooks his thumbs in the waistband and slides the boxers down, freeing his cock. My mouth waters as he wraps his hand around himself, stroking slowly.
“Want a ride, future Mrs. Blackwood?” he asks, his voice a gravelly purr.
“Fuck yes,” I breathe, reaching for the zipper of my dress. “I want that thick cock inside me. Now.”
I shrug out of my dress, letting it pool at my feet. Knox’s eyes darken as he takes in the crotchless black lace lingerie I’ve been wearing beneath it all evening.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he growls. “My perfect, filthy princess.”
I push him backward onto the makeshift bed, straddling him in one fluid movement. Without hesitation, I position him at my entrance and slam down, taking him to the hilt in one hard thrust.
Knox growls, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “God, yes—claim what belongs to you.”
“Mine,” I agree, rolling my hips as I ride him relentlessly. “Just like I’m yours.”
“Always,” he grunts, thrusting up to meet each of my downward movements. “Love how you take my cock. So fucking perfect.”
