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)
Even without it, I was done for.
“Protection,” he rasped, poised against my entrance, holding back from sheer force of will. I could see it in his eyes, see it in the cords of his neck, the shallow, rapid exhales and the tension around his eyes.
He wanted to thrust into me. He was wild with need, but not completely. Even then, in his most raw and carnal state, Knox was holding on to control. Reason.
“We don’t need it.” I was nowhere near possessing any kind of reason or control. My body only knew need. And I needed Knox inside me. Right away.
“We need it,” he grunted. His cold gaze battled with the hot need of his nature. Even then, he couldn’t let go of control. “I want you, more than anything, but I’m not fucking risking it.”
We were poised there, in a moment of wild abandon, yet logic was a cold snake, swirling around us.
“I’m clean,” I bit out. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”
His eyes glittered. “I’m not worried about you fucking tarnishing me, Pipe.”
My head cleared slightly as I took in his meaning. “Are you…”
“In this one and only sense of the word, I am … clean,” he spat the word as if it tasted bad.
Now, I was a worldly woman and knew better than to take ordinary men at their word with such things. I’d never, not once, risked my body nor my health solely on a man’s word. But Knox was no ordinary man, and I trusted him with my body. My life.
We’d established that we were both clean, yet he was still adamant about protection.
“If it’s pregnancy you’re worried about, that can’t happen,” I told him, my body still wrought with rapture.
Knox was still stock-still. Not even a slight furrow to his brows.
When I arched my back in order to try to coax him inside, he let out a feral hiss but didn’t move. His grip was steel, flexing past the point of pleasurable pain to where it just hurt. A warning.
“I’m not taking even a single chance on that,” he told me in a tone that chilled my very blood.
Faraway, I stored this visceral emotion that communicated how very strongly he felt about procreation. It made a lot of sense, given his past. His present. I mourned that for him.
“This is going to ruin the moment,” I sighed.
Knox pressed into my clit with his cock, eliciting a small groan of pleasure from my mouth.
“Nothing will ruin this moment, Piper.” His teeth brushed my neck. “Not even if the sun fell from the fucking sky.”
My chest ached as his words stole the breath from my lungs.
Well, there were no other options. He wasn’t going to give me what I craved unless I gave him a concrete reason as to why we didn’t need protection.
“I had cancer,” I blurted. “When I was eighteen. Ovarian cancer. I beat it, obviously. But I can never have children.”
Those words said out loud should’ve sucked all the sexiness out of the room. The word ‘cancer’ and the explanation that I was barren was a surefire way to kill the moment.
Knox had flinched as if I’d struck him when I spoke, but his cock was still rock hard at my entrance, his body was still coiled with lust. His eyes searched mine, wholly clear of the rabid hunger that had been there moments ago. For just a moment, though.
Then, in one brutal thrust, he was inside me.
He was big, bordering on huge, and even though I was soaking and primed, I hadn’t had sex in a long while.
It hurt, but that only served to help take the edge off the overwhelming pleasure I felt as he seated himself to the hilt.
My eyes were locked on his as the world exploded in whites and blacks before he came back into focus in stark sharpness.
“You’re never escaping me now, Piper.” He didn’t move, just filled me. “This,” he pushed forward ever so slightly. I clasped his back as spears of pleasure cut through me. “This is everything I couldn’t have imagined. And you’re mine now.” He clutched me tighter. “I’m not letting go. Ever. No one is getting in this cunt.” He pistoned forward again, harder this time, rougher. I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut, but I couldn’t, I couldn’t relinquish eye contact with Knox.
“No one is ever touching you again,” he vowed. “No one.”
I let my breath out in short gasps, desperate for friction, for the release my body was waiting for, my insides coiling as he spoke.
“You need to say the words, Piper.”
The possessiveness to his tone, the ownership in the words… Neither made me recoil, didn’t make me grasp for a sense of independence that had once seemed so vital to my identity.
“No one is ever touching me again,” I agreed. “I’m yours.”