Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 127484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 637(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 637(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
I ached to tell him that he didn’t need to do this. Didn’t need to punish himself for the sin of being a victim since that was not a sin at all. I wanted to take him into my arms and protect him.
But this was not the time.
He had not revealed this in order for me to take care of him. He needed to see that I saw this and still wanted him. That was the thing he was holding on to so tightly, thinking that he was too ruined to be wanted, to be desired.
Once I found my way to his shoulders, I slid my hand to his flawless neck and pulled him toward me.
He resisted for a millisecond, but then he understood my request. His mouth was on mine in an instant. I reveled in the warmth of the kiss. It was edged with desperation, a palpable relief from Knox. It was as if he’d expected to never kiss me again after exposing himself. It was the wall I’d been feeling with him this week, since he revealed himself in the woods. He had been bracing for the impact.
I might not have fully understood this man—I got the sense it would take a lifetime to do that—but I was comprehending that this was the first time, maybe ever, that he’d opened himself up for any kind of pain, and he was expecting to be rejected.
It seemed impossible that a man like him could be hurt, even when he showed me the parts of him that were soft. Because even his soft parts were covered in scar tissue.
There was nothing hotter to me, it turned out, than a monster who needed some humanity.
We made quick work of his pants and underwear, though there was nothing quick about the way I regarded his cock. My eyes went wide as I took in the length, the girth, the perfection of it, standing at attention. For me. I’d never been much enchanted by the male member, finding it … ugly, for lack of a better word. But this was not ugly. I might’ve even described it as majestic. With great effort, I ripped my gaze from the member between his legs, forcing it up his chiseled torso to his eyes. They were hooded with a hunger that I felt in my core. My hands landed on his defined pecs, warm, skin impossibly soft. I reveled in the ability to touch him.
“I would like,” I breathed against his mouth, “very much if you would fuck me.”
His eyes flared, and he let out a hiss. He didn’t linger in the shock of my request for long, snatching me up roughly. I wrapped my legs around his hips, gasping as my soaking-wet, bare core ground up against his hard shaft.
I got the sense he was going for the bed, but the second I rubbed up against him, he let out a growl and we descended.
My back hit the cold wood floor, juxtaposed with Knox’s blistering hot body pressing into every inch of me, his cock brushing right where I needed it but not entering.
“I’m not going to be gentle, Piper.” His face was inches from mine. “I have a need to worship your body, taste your cunt…”
One of his fingers brushed past his rigid length, gliding inside my slick core, making my eyes roll to the back of my head from the perfect intrusion.
They were gone much too soon. I was about to protest when he held them up between us, glistening with … me. Maintaining eye contact, he put those fingers in his mouth, tasting me.
I squirmed at the intensely intimate act that was easily the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed.
“Yeah, I’ll be feasting on that cunt.” His eyes were clouded with the storm of his carnality. “I’ll worship you.” His hand circled my neck. “But my form of worship may seem like a form of torture. I don’t know how to be gentle.”
His words hit like a whip against my hungry skin.
He didn’t want to hurt me. He wanted me. It was painted in the air, it dripped off his breath. But he was battling against his baser instincts, believing himself unable to not harm the things he wanted.
I leaned up, grabbing his neck to drag his mouth down to cover mine, to kiss him brutally, brushing my teeth against his lips until the coppery taste of blood filled both of our mouths.
I licked my lips as I pulled back enough so I could see his eyes.
“I’m not asking for gentleness, Knox,” I rasped. “I want you.”
His body twitched with the words I suspected he didn’t consider himself deserving to hear, his expression frosting with animalistic need.
He kissed me again, his hunger for me palpable. My back arched as I urged him closer, needing the connection, that final nail in my proverbial coffin.