Page 76 of Captive Souls
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 befeastingon 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 wantyou.”
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.
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 aboutyoufucking tarnishingme, 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 onthat,” he told me in a tone that chilled my very blood.