Page 39 of Heir of Broken Souls (HOBF #3)

Chapter 39

Delilah

O ne moment, my feet are planted on the newly finished hardwood floor of the top deck, with the ocean’s breeze rushing through my sweat-soaked hair. In the next, the ground disappears entirely and I crash against a bed.

But I don’t care to lift my head and see where he teleported us.

Not as Knox pours every ounce of emotion he feels for me into this kiss. This ravenous, hungry kiss that ignites my entire body with heat.

His tongue dances across the seam of my lips, begging for entry as his hips settle between my thighs, aligning us at such a perfect angle my lips part on a moan. A silencing shield is up in the next second.

Taking the opportunity, Knox’s tongue dives into my mouth, eliciting another moan. He growls with such hunger I’m startled when he pulls back.

Tendrils of shadows sprout from his back, curling up into the cabin’s air around us before they reach for me. In a tantalizing touch, his power softly glides along my skin, stealing a sharp breath from me.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

The deep husky timbre of his voice alone would make my heartskip a beat but his words—the confession, the truth in them—make my heart skip several.

Lying in our bed, with my chest heaving and my body coiled tight, ready for him, I take a moment to drink him in. To truly bask in the glory that is Knox Holloway.

The dazzling, dilated, sapphire eyes that twinkle with mischief and love—such deep, tender love it makes my chest ache. The glorious smile that cracks his lips, a sight I can’t help but smile back at. And my head absolutely grows dizzy with his gorgeous dimples on display.

I’ve never been so turned on before.

He slowly licks his lips, and I track the movement obsessively. “See something you like, Angel?”

“My favorite thing in this world, in fact.”

His brow quirks. “Oh, and what might that be?”

“You,” I answer simply.

A groan tumbles from the very depths of his soul as he reaches down and rips the fighting leather trousers from my body. His canines extend, glinting in the cabin’s low candlelight which was ignited by his magic.

As the air brushes my exposed legs the hairs on my thighs stand on end and before I can move, shadowed hands wrap around my wrists and ankles, spreading me. Gasping in shock, my eyes fly to Knox, and he slides off the bed with a cunning smirk.

“Where are you going?” I whine.

Ignoring me, Knox grabs the closest chair, places it directly in front of the bed, and sits, like he has all the time in the world.

Spreading his knees apart, his eyes become heavy-lidded as he drawls, “Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” I breathe, half tempted to stomp my foot—if I could.

“Beg for it.”

Biting my lip to stop myself from smiling, a thrill races through my body at the direction Knox is taking this.

A shadowed hand appears before my face so suddenly I instinctively rear back, and I’m grateful a pillow is behind me.

“Shh,” Knox whispers, as the hand comes down to gently stroke my cheek. “It’s okay, Angel. I’ll make you feel good.”

My chest heaves as the hand ever so softly slides down my neck and stops between my breasts. Another shadowed hand appears a moment later, and then they move in sync when they wrap around my linen shirt and pull .

Buttons fly throughout the room.

They ping off the floor, the walls, the objects in the cabin as my breasts spring free. The shadows discard my shirt, ripped to pieces, beside me, then pin me down.

“Much better,” he purrs.

One of the shadow hands disappears but I can’t focus on that, not when the one still remaining slides across to my right breast.

The touch is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The power in his magic sends such warmth through my body I flush, my skin ignited with heat, and yet I’m covered in goosebumps.

“Such a gorgeous angel.”

“Stop teasing me,” I huff, half-assed.

“You don’t really want that, though, do you?” His smirk turns feline. “Not when I can do this.”

The hand stops teasing my nipple and moves farther south, over my belly and between my thighs. Suddenly, air magic dances across the spot between my thighs, making me jolt in surprise and leaving the sensitive area pulsing.

A groan of frustration escapes my lips as he pulls back.

But he’s not entirely unaffected either. Even now, a muscle feathers in his jaw and his hands clench into fists, as if it’s taking all his willpower not to come to me. That’s not even to mention the large tent in his trousers.

In a teasing sultry voice, I repeat the words he spoke earlier. “See something you like?”

“Everything,” he growls. Shadows explode from his back, his power releasing throughout the room.

Now I smirk. “I know you want to touch me.”

“Desperately.” The words burst out of him seemingly without his permission.

“Then touch me, Knox.”

He rubs a hand down his face before inhaling sharply. “Not yet.”

“Why?” I can’t help myself—the words come out as a whine.

“Because you haven’t begged yet.”

His words are followed by shadows, so many hands made of shadows that all descend on me at once. Touching my nipples, stroking the spot between my thighs, caressing and tweaking and teasing. The sensation is overwhelming, and the familiar heady feeling of an orgasm begins to build inside me. Climbing to a familiar height, trekking up to a cliff that I always tumble over with Knox.

Until I’m not anymore. Knox withdrawals the shadows as quickly as they arrived.

My eyes snap open wide to his grinning, mischievous face. “Want something back, my love?”

“You know what I want.”

He pushes off his chair and crawls over me on the bed, the shirt he was wearing now long forgotten, his bare chest and the hard ridges of his muscles twinkling under the glow of the candles.

He stops a hair’s breadth away from my lips. “Tell me and it’s yours.”

Knox’s eyes take on a knowing glint as he puts all his weight onto one hand and cups my cheek with the other, tipping my chin up slowly. He brushes his lips against my own, teasing me further.

“I may know what you want, Angel, but I do not break my vows.” He bites my lower lip, and a spark of metal tang floods my tongue. “I want to hear it from your lips. So tell me Angel, what do you want?”

He seals his words with a bruising kiss along my neck, making my eyes roll into the back of my head.

Lifting his head once more, his free hand trails down my chest, between my heavy breasts, slowly over my stomach, and then finally down to where my core pulses waiting for him. He pauses, swiping his fingers back and forth along the skin right above it.

I lift my hips to meet his fingers, but he pulls them back.

“Tell me what you want.” He drops his lips to the shell of my ear. “Beg for me.”

Teasingly, indulgingly, he swipes his finger over my core, just once, just enough to give me a taste of what I want—what I desperately need.

I give in. “Please, Knox.”

“Please what?”

“Please, I need you.”

“Which part, Angel? I’m terribly illiterate. Perhaps you should spell it out for me.”

The dark gaze and feline smirk only heighten my frustration…right along with my desire for him.

Gritting my teeth, I force myself to beg, “Please, Knox, I need you inside me.”

He cocks his head, earning another groan from me as he slicks his finger across my core, slowly this time. And I want it back there so desperately I cry out, “Please, please, please !”

Knox eats my words as he smashes his lips to mine and plunges his fingers inside me.

The sensation is such a relief. My back arches, a moan filling my mouth and mingling with his growl. He pumps his fingers into me without abandon, but it isn’t enough.

There’s an emptiness within me that I know can only be filled by him.

“Please,” I beg again, pulling away from his kiss. “I need you .”

There’s no more teasing, no more pleading. He combusts . Knox rips himself away from me, his pants disappearing in the next second before he settles between my thighs, aligning himself perfectly.

As Knox slides inside of me, he whispers gutturally, “You are so gorgeous. It takes my breath away.”

I groan, not only at the feel of him finally inside of me, his large length stretching me to my fullest, but also at his words. At the tenderness of his touch on my cheeks, the way he slides his arm beneath my body and cradles me when he thrusts his hips.

Every movement, every action, screams how much he wants me, but not only that, it screams how much he loves me.

It’s in the way his eyes never leave mine, the way his hips fall in line with my own as he tries to bury himself as deep as he can go, the way he holds me as if I’m the most precious thing in this world.

I can see it in his eyes and on his tongue, the words rising in his throat. He’s desperate to say it, and yet I’m desperate for him not to, because every time I say I love someone they die.

So before he can speak I kiss him, pouring in every ounce of emotion I wish to scream to the forgotten gods. I hold him to me because he is my lifeline and I will do anything to never lose this beautiful man.

Knox’s hips pick up their pace at my kiss and right as my core clenches around him, spasming, he pulls out, a groan of disappointment filling the room. He chuckles down at me before he wraps his large tan hands around my waist and lifts me. Suddenly I’m straddling his legs where he sits on the edge of the bed, but instead of facing him, I’m looking at myself through a mirror he’s conjured.

I gasp at the sight of my naked body spread across his, at the way my soft ivory skin pales in comparison to his tan form. The way my hair is mussed and my cheeks are flushed and the way he looks at me.

“So fucking beautiful.”

Sucking in a sharp breath, I watch him in the mirror as he slides his large, thick cock inside of me. The sensation has me dropping my head back to his chest, and he thrusts in, once.

“Oh, Knox.”

Knox wraps his hand around my chin, gently pulling it back up. His lips brush across my ear, his heavy hot pants making me shiver. “I want you to watch me as I make you come around my cock.”

I whimper as my heavy-lidded gaze connects with his in the mirror. All I can do is watch, my chest heaving as his hand trails down my neck, over my breast, and ends with a tweak on my nipple. And then his other hand squeezes my free breast and soon I’m wriggling and moaning on his cock as he pumps into me relentlessly.

One of his hands leaves my breast, trailing down and over my stomach, and as he slides his fingers over my clit my hips buck, a moan so loud filling the room I’m shocked it’s me.

But as Knox pants in my ear, his hips slapping against mine, my body coils tight around him as he begins to play with my core.

“That’s it, Angel. Take everything you need from me.” He groans deeply. “Squirm, baby. Rock on my cock. Take what you want.”

My fingers dig into his thighs, my nails creating half-moon indentations as my moan grows louder with every rock of my hips. I can’t stop, not with his relentless pace, his fingers dancing across my throbbing clit, his free hand tweaking and squeezing my breasts. It’s heady, it’s powerful, it’s overwhelming, and I’m going to come.

My legs quiver, my hands tense, my head tilts back, and my core clenches around him.

“Knox,” I whine, my hips picking up the pace.

“Keep going, Angel. Gods, baby, make me come. Ride my cock and make me come.”

I scream, Knox’s words my undoing.

Knox tenses beneath me, his arms wrapping around me and holding me to him with a feral groan of pleasure as he spills inside my pulsing core.

We jump off that cliff together a squirming, sweaty mess as our pleasure explodes while in each other’s arms. Once I finally float back down, I lift my head to the mirror before me and find Knox grinning at me devilishly.

“Look at you, so perfectly made for me.”