Page 28 of WITSEC

“You can’t take it back,” he said as his fingers slid through the wetness that had pooled at my core.

“Yes, I can,” I breathed.

Knox pushed two fingers inside me, and I grabbed ahold of his shoulder as I savored the feeling of being stretched.

“Are you saying you don’t love me?” he asked as he withdrew those fingers and pushed them back in.

I didn’t respond. Instead, I just focused on the way he was moving his fingers in and out of me. Wanting to come, my hips moved to meet the thrust of his fingers.

Knox lifted away from my breast so he could stare down between my legs. “Still so impatient.” He began rubbing his thumb over my clit, making me groan.

“We’ll see how patient you are the next time I have my hand wrapped—ah!”

Knox’s fingers inside me curled upward as he moved them inside me, hitting that perfect spot. Feeling that addictive pressure begin to build from what he was doing, my hips jutted up as if to beg him not to stop. He didn’t.

“Still a brat, even with my fingers buried deep in your pussy.” Having a filthy mouth was undoubtedly a Stone trait.

“You love it,” I whined.

“That my fingers are buried in this tight, pink pussy?” he said with a smirk. “I suppose I do.”

“Knox!” I growled-slash-groaned with my eyes squeezed shut. I was so close to the precipice of coming.

He chuckled as he trailed kisses down my sternum to my belly button. “You’re close, Shiloh.”

“Yes,” I whimpered. My orgasm was right there, about to take over my body just as his mouth moved over to my scars next to my belly button. Within an instant, all the buildup to my climax disappeared and every inch of me went still. Mr. X flashed in my mind, and I wasn’t feeling Knox touching me anymore.

“Look at me.” Knox’s firm voice pulled me from my thoughts and made me open my eyes. I stared down my body to see him kneeling between my legs, fingers inside me, and his mouth hovering inches above my scars. His eyes locked with mine. “I’m the one with you right now. Not him. He will never touch you like this again.”

I released a shaky breath to calm myself.

“Keep your eyes on me and you’ll only see me,” he said, and he reached for my hand. He brought it to the side of his face. “Feel me.”

His hand dropped from mine, and I kept my hand against his cheek as he leaned down toward my scars. I held my breath, watching him as he laid a kiss on one scar, then the other. When he didn’t disappear, I exhaled.

“Still with me?” he asked.

I ran the tips of my fingers over the scruff along his jaw before moving them up and through his hair. “Yes.”

Knox’s mouth moved down and before I knew it, his tongue replaced where his thumb had been circling my clit.

Moaning, my head fell back against the mattress.

“If you want to come, you need to keep watching me, Shiloh,” he said and began flicking his tongue in a way that made me lift my hips and push down on his head.

I shook my head against the mattress. “Please.”

He pulled away from my clit.

I let out a frustrated growl and lifted my head to look down at him.

“Don’t take your eyes off me.”

I did as he asked because I knew what he was doing—what he was hoping to achieve. He not only was making sure I knew that he was the one touching me, but he was also trying to give me something better to remember. Good memories to fight the bad.

Knox stared right back at me as his tongue flicked out. It was probably the hottest thing I’d ever seen. With his fingers pumping in and out of me and his tongue attacking my clit, I felt release hurtling toward me.

“Do you love me?” he asked me just before I was about to come.