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That was the final push.
I surrendered completely.
I nodded. Knox grinned, knowing he’d tamed me—at least for now. He pulled his shirt off.
Fuck. He was in good shape.
His hand went to my clit before I realized. One finger slipped in, already stroking. I gasped but didn’t close my eyes because his other hand was pulling down his boxers. Then his cock sprang free, and what the fuck.
“You’re huge,” I panted, whimpering when he added another finger inside me while he stroked himself.
“Come for me, spitfire,” Knox ordered, coaxing me to wet his fingers. “Don’t fight it.”
The first wave of pleasure washed through me. Knox hummed darkly in satisfaction. “That’s right. Just like that. Are you ready for me, Caroline?”
Knox climbed over me, lining himself up with my wetness. He braced his hands on either side of my head. My eyes roamed his toned body, his abs, his arms rippling with muscle. He had several tattoos, but deciphering them was the last thing on my mind when the tip teased my entrance.
“So wet for me,” he rumbled. “See? You can trust me, Caroline.”
Trust was a word I didn’t believe in.
But right now?
I trusted Knox to send me off the edge.
I scrabbled at his arms, digging my nails in. “Shut up and?—”
And then Knox thrust himself inside me.
My back arched off the bed as my body rippled with pain and pleasure. Hell, he really was massive. Bigger than any Wolverine I’d fucked in a dark closet. “Knox, you’re?—”
Knox’s hands squeezed my thighs with bruising force. “Take it all, Caroline. I know you can.”
Of course I did. We adjusted together. And then he set a pace that made me forget my father and Vane entirely.
Knox fucked me senseless, coaxing me, ordering me. I obeyed every command and responded to every touch. It was all on instinct.
And when he growled, “Fucking come for me, spitfire,” I shattered.
I didn’t even care how pitiful my scream was. It made Knox hum in approval, grinning like a savage, swearing, so fucking proud of himself for dragging that orgasm out of me. Smug bastard.
We weren’t done. He needed to follow.
I was wrecked—shaking, my head spinning—and pliant to obey him, but it still pissed me off that he was holding out.
My eyes fluttered open and I gave him my own wicked smirk. “You really gonna hover there like some cocky son of a bitch and not come for me?” I rasped.
Knox’s jaw ticked like I’d poked the bear—but not hard enough.
I dragged my nails down his back, light but tantalizing, making him twitch under my fingers—his back muscles and against my pulsing inner walls. He winced, fighting against the tables I’d turned real quick.
“You can’t just push me off the cliff and watch,” I told him in my darkest, smoothest murmur, “without falling, too.”
His head dropped down closer to mine, and he stared at me like he could kill me and fuck me at the same time. “I thought?—”
I shushed his growl with a finger to his lips. “Come for me, Nathaniel, or I swear I’ll make you.”
I locked my thighs around his waist, rolling my hips mercilessly slowly, but he was still holding on. Stubborn ass. He didn’t like that I was taking control.