Page 77 of Captive Souls

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.”

His eyes searched my face, as if he were expecting to find a shadow of a lie there.

He wouldn’t find anything. I was his. Forever. Even though such a concept was laughable considering the circumstances, that didn’t make it any more or less true.

“Good,” he nodded, after finding the sincerity on my face.

Then he began moving, thrusting with such force I saw stars, and an orgasm pressed against my very throat.

The sensation was too much, his size, stretching me to my limits, pain accompanying the mind-blowing pleasure.

I exploded.

Into a million and one pieces.

And I’d never collect them again. Never be able to put myself back together the way I had been before that moment.

Whatever happened in the uncertain and scary future that lay outside the cabin didn’t matter.

I was gone.

I was Knox’s.