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Feeling like there’s more unsaid on the tip of his tongue, I croak, “But?”
“But I want to slide inside of you with nothing between us. I’ve never done it before, never wanted to or felt the need, but with you the thought of not feeling all of you makes me want to roar.”
I smile up at him, entranced by the way he’s honest with me. “I’m on birth control. I’m clean,” I assure him, needing him to know I value his health the same way he does mine. “I want to feel all of you.”
It’s all I need to say. His mouth meets mine, the kiss this time filled with gentle promises and carnal desires. It heats up slowly, his hips gliding back and forth and giving me just enough friction for my toes to curl and pleasure to pool in my core. But not nearly enough to send me over the edge.
As our lips move frantically, searching and seeking, he pulls his hips back enough for the head of his cock to find my entrance. He pushes inside of me slowly and I gasp as my walls stretch around him. I should have looked at the heat he’s packing more closely. Feeling it has my mouth falling open, my body feeling my moan of pleasure instead of allowing it to escape.
Once he’s buried balls deep inside of me, he pauses. We take a deep breath together, knowing there is no going backward, only forward. His green eyes find mine and I’m lost. To the feeling. To the promises. To the future.
We don’t look away as he starts to move, he pumps slowly at first and then gains speed. We move together, my hips meeting his as he starts to fuck me faster and harder.
“Yes,” I hiss, my need for him climbing every time he fills me completely.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Your pussy is begging for my cum.”
“Knox,” I squeal, his words making my clit throb as my pleasure coils dangerously tighter. “Harder,” I beg.
He gives me exactly what I want, slamming into me with every thrust. It feels so good and my body responds, coiling and climbing, getting closer to the edge. Before I know it, I’m teetering right there. So damn close and yet, it’s like I can’t fall over.
“Come,” Knox barks, “and milk the cum right out of my balls.”
His words are all it takes. I bury my face in his neck, my mouth open in a silent scream. My body shakes as bliss like I’ve never experienced before washes over me.
It feels like time stands still for a moment, my pussy clenching around him and my body arching. Then he pumps into me a few more times and lets out a groan which might as well be pure fucking sin. I can feel every jet of his cum splashing against the walls of my pussy.
I cling to him, my breathing erratic and my heart pounding in my chest. My blinks become longer and longer, the memory of his promise to me rattling around in my head. As sleep threatens to take me, I let it because I know Knox will take care of me.
CHAPTER 19
KNOX
When I hear Wilde squeal from the other room, I look up and meet Haven’s gaze. She’s on the other side of the room talking with Amelia and quite a few of the other members of this gigantic, chaotic, and completely over the top family. The smile she flashes me is pure rainbow after the rain recedes.
The happiness written all over her face makes me want to break out in song in the middle of this party. Or maybe do a dance. Probably both.
Haven was nervous before the party tonight, but it wasn’t as bad as when she met the Vibrant Ink crew. Maybe because I’m much closer to our smaller family. Or maybe a lot of tension was relieved last night when she walked into my room. She was so fucking brave and fearless; I’ve never been more impressed by someone.
She could have stayed in the guest room, which was always only going to be temporary. I wouldn’t have followed her into her space. I wouldn’t have pressured her in any way.
But she didn’t stay in her room.
She came to me, uncertain and needy. I knew why she was there the moment she slipped past my door. As much as I wanted to jump up and give her exactly what she needed, I hadto hear the words. The last thing I ever want to do is push her or misunderstand anything.
I wasn’t going to be taking two steps back. Not with her. Not when it matters too much.
Last night was the best fucking night of my life. To feel her. To touch her. To kiss her without worry. It was everything I knew it would be and so much fucking more.
The best part was finding her still in my arms when I woke up. A soft noise of surprise is what woke me up and when I looked up at my doorway, Wilde was there. His eyes were wide and taking in how I was snuggled up to Haven. His steps were hesitant as he came closer and when I smiled at him to let him know I wasn’t mad, his shoulders relaxed.
He whispered, “Why is Mommy in here and not in her room?” His face turned concerned, “Did she have a nightmare? It happens sometimes.”
“She said the room she was in didn’t feel quite right and it felt better to be in here with me,” I told him the truth while leaving out everything he didn’t need to know. “Is that okay with you, Bud?”
He nodded eagerly and as much as I hated pulling away from her, I wanted her to be able to sleep a little longer. She stirred when my heat wasn’t blanketing her back, but she didn’t wake up. She did roll over with a huff of annoyance, and I was damn glad I took the time to pull her nightgown back over her body before pulling on my own clothes and going to sleep last night.
The sound Haven made, a mix of a snore and a whine, as I climbed out of bed, had Wilde and I covering our mouths and trying not to laugh. We worked together, me only slightly lessmessy than Wilde, to get breakfast made before Haven woke up and wandered into the kitchen.
