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And then it hit—a tidal wave of pleasure that crashed over me, pulling me under and leaving me gasping for air. My body convulsed around his fingers; my mind went blank save for the overwhelming sensation of release flooding through every nerve ending.

Knox didn’t stop; he kept working me through it all—prolonging the orgasm until I was left trembling in its wake. Only then did he pull back slightly—just enough to look up at me with those dark eyes that held so much intensity and desire.

Knox crawled on top of me, his body warm and solid against mine.

I helped him strip, my fingers trembling slightly as they worked to tug at his sweatpants and peel away his shirt.

Each touch felt electric, a jolt that traveled through my veins and settled deep in my core.

His skin was a canvas of hard muscle and rough scars, each one telling a story I wanted to know by heart.

My hands roamed over him, tracing the lines of his torso, feeling the ridges of his abs, the planes of his chest. He was a sculpture—imperfect yet beautiful—every mark and blemish adding to the allure that made him undeniably Knox.

When he finally positioned himself at my entrance, I could hardly breathe. The anticipation was a heady mix of desire and something deeper—something that felt like trust. As he slid inside me, both of us moaned in unison, the sound filling the space between us and binding us closer together.

The sensation was overwhelming—hot and thick and perfect. He moved slowly, each thrust deliberate and unrushed. It was a complete departure from everything we had been—no longer frenetic or desperate but measured and meaningful.

I felt every inch of him stretching me, filling me completely. Each movement sent waves of pleasure radiating through my body, a steady build-up that was both torturous and exquisite. His pace was slow but firm, like he was savoring every moment just as much as I was.

Knox's eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense, holding me captive with their depth.

It was as if he could see into my very soul, peeling back the layers to reveal everything I had kept hidden for so long.

His gaze never wavered, even as his body moved against mine with an almost reverent precision.

With each thrust, I felt myself unraveling—my defenses crumbling away until all that was left was raw emotion and unfiltered need. This wasn't just about physical connection; it was something more profound—a merging of two souls who had been through hell but found solace in each other.

My hands clung to him like he was my lifeline because in many ways he was.

Knox's slow movements grounded me even as they sent me spiraling into an abyss of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself go completely—surrendering to the rhythm he set and the safety he provided.

Each slow thrust brought us closer together in ways words could never describe.

Knox kissed me like he was memorizing every curve, every taste.

His lips moved with a tenderness that contrasted the intensity of our connection.

It felt like he was trying to engrave the sensation of me into his very soul.

His hands roamed my body, gentle yet desperate, as if he needed this—needed me—to survive.

Each touch was reverent, as if I were something fragile, something precious.

Our bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt ancient and instinctual, sweat-slicked and breathless.

The room seemed to fade away, leaving just us in this cocoon of heat and desire.

But it was the eye contact that undid me completely.

Knox's gaze never wavered, his eyes locked onto mine with a ferocity that spoke volumes.

Knox didn't look away. He held my gaze as if he could see right through me, as if he knew every secret I'd ever kept hidden. And in that moment, I realized that I wanted him to know—all of me.

His movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust a promise that he was here with me, fully present. I felt myself unraveling beneath him, my body responding to his touch in ways I'd never experienced before.

When I finally came apart beneath him, it wasn't release—it was surrender. I gave myself over to him completely, and in that moment, I knew that I was his. And I'd never wanted anything more.

I whispered his name, feeling him shudder above me, his own release following mine. He collapsed onto me, his breath hot against my neck as he held me tightly. We lay there for what felt like hours, our bodies entwined as we reveled in the aftermath of what we'd just shared.

I knew then that things would never be the same between us. Knox had broken down my walls, and I'd let him in. I was terrified of what that meant, but I also knew that I couldn't go back to the way things were before.

Knox rolled to his side, pulling me against his chest. His warmth enveloped me, a cocoon that made the chaos of the outside world fade into the background.

Our breathing slowed, but neither of us spoke.

I could hear the steady rhythm of his heart, each beat echoing in my ears, anchoring me to this moment.

The sex had been slow and deep, a collision of bodies and desires that left me breathless. But it was this—this quiet intimacy—that made my stomach twist with unease. I had never been good at vulnerability; it felt like standing on a cliff's edge, teetering dangerously close to falling.

Knox’s hand stroked my back lightly, absentmindedly tracing circles that sent shivers down my spine.

It grounded me, anchoring my racing thoughts as I melted into him.

I wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped up in his warmth and strength.

But I knew better than to let myself indulge in such fantasies.

This was temporary. The world outside this room was waiting to destroy us—waiting to rip apart everything we’d built in secret. I could already feel the weight of it pressing down on my chest like a leaden blanket.

What would happen when the walls came crashing down? What would he think when he found out how fragile I really was? Would he pull away or fight harder to keep me close?

I tucked my head against his shoulder, feeling the soft rise and fall of his chest beneath me. It was comforting yet terrifying—a reminder that this intimacy held power over both of us. My heart raced as I considered all the ways it could unravel if anyone ever found out.

I broke the silence first, my voice quiet. “What now?”

Knox tensed for a second, his body rigid beneath me.

I could sense the hesitation radiating from him, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily in the air between us.

He had been trying not to think about it—the implications of what we had done, the consequences that loomed just out of sight.

This was the part that always ruined him, I realized.

“We figure it out,” he replied, but even as he said it, I heard the uncertainty lacing his words. He didn’t know if we could navigate this new territory, and honestly? Neither did I.

I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat—a steady thrum that felt both grounding and exhilarating.

Each beat echoed in time with my own racing pulse, reminding me that I was alive in this moment.

But fear curled around my insides like a vine, squeezing tight as reality crept back in.

What did this mean for us? For me? Would we really figure it out? Or was this just another temporary fix that would eventually unravel when faced with the harsh light of day?

But as scared as I felt—scared of losing him or being forced to confront what lay ahead—I knew one thing for certain: I’d rather be scared with him than safe without him. The thought settled into my bones, a quiet resolve amidst the chaos swirling around us.

Knox’s fingers brushed through my hair, sending tingles racing down my spine. His touch was both soothing and electric; it reminded me that despite everything weighing on our shoulders; we were here together. For better or worse.

He sighed deeply, his breath warm against my skin.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he murmured, almost too softly for me to hear.

He kissed the top of my head, light and gentle, as if he feared that even the slightest pressure might shatter me.

I nestled deeper into his embrace, inhaling the scent of sweat and something distinctly him—musky and warm. For now, that was enough.

We had survived tonight.

The chaos of the bonfire—the tension with Chris—swirled in my mind like a tempest. I could still feel Chris’s grip on my wrist, hear his voice demanding control, and it made my skin crawl.

But here, with Knox wrapped around me like a shield, I felt safe.

The noise faded away; all that mattered was this moment—his heartbeat against mine.

I lifted my head slightly to look at him. His eyes were dark pools of emotion—confusion, frustration, something softer lingering beneath it all. In those depths, I saw the reflection of my own uncertainty. Did he understand how much I wanted to stay here? To forget everything outside these walls?

Yet right now? Just being here felt like enough to weather whatever storm lay ahead. In his arms, everything else melted away—the fear, the pressure—it was just us.

And maybe that was all we needed for tonight.