Page 33 of King of Kings

I watch her walk towards the stairs, and before I can think better about it, my hand flies out, grabbing hers.

She stops in her tracks, looking at our connected hands.

“What do you want, Knox?”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to bed. It’s obvious this conversation is going nowhere.” She tries to shrug me off, but I pull her to me, and her hands immediately fly to my chest, trying to push away.

“Don’t fight this, Sophie,” I say, wrapping my arms around her.

“Don’t string me along, Knox. Stop playing games with my fucking heart,” she cries, pounding her hands on my chest.

I grip her upper arm, forcing her to look at me. “You’ve done nothing but play games with me since we met, and I still can’t stay away from you,” I growl.

I run my hands up until my hands are wrapped around her neck, thumbs under her chin. “I’ve never wanted someone as bad as I want you, Sophia. My head and my body are at war when it comes to you. You’re the only one that can make this feeling go away,” I say, my face inching closer to hers.

“Knox...” she says, a pained look on her face.

“I know it’s fucked-up. I know I need to leave you alone, but I can’t. You live in my fucking head.”

Before she can say anything else, I crash my lips to hers. This kiss isn’t sweet and magical. It’s a clash of tongues and teeth. It’s messy, but it’s hot as fuck.

My lips travel from hers down her neck, and she leans her head back, inviting me in.

“Knox.” She moans, making my dick stand to attention.

There’s nothing common about the two of us. We’re flawed. We’re imperfect. I think that’s what makes the two of us gravitate towards each other.

A small piece of me wonders if I’ve confused love for lust, but then I remember I have a wall up around my heart, guarded with a steel trap. There’s no way I could ever let anyone inside again.

I pull away, grabbing her hand, leading her to the door of my bedroom.

Before I know it, I’m pulling my shirt off while she does the same. The both of us are breathless and we can’t take our eyes off each other. Neither one of us risks saying anything for fear that this will all stop before it even begins.

I reach out to touch her again, afraid that this is all a dream. I’ve had Sophia a number of different ways now, but none of them have been in my bedroom. It’s not lost on me how monumental this moment is between us.

I run my hands over her breasts, my thumbs grazing against her nipple, making it harden beneath my touch. My lips press against hers again––at this point I can’t get enough of her.

This kiss is different from the first. It’s slow and sensual. It says so many things that neither one of us may ever be able to say out loud to each other.

I push her gently against the bed until she’s sitting on the edge.

“Take off your pants,” I order her, watching her eyes dilate.

She doesn’t say a word, just pulls her tiny sleeping shorts off her legs, revealing to me that she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath.

I push my sweatpants down, then lean over to grab a condom from my side table.

I watch her lean back against the mattress; her blonde hair spread out like a halo around her. She looks like a fucking angel.

I lean over her, lining myself up with her entrance, rubbing my dick against her wet pussy before letting out a groan.

“You already feel fucking amazing and I’m not even inside of you yet.”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes hooded with lust.

We lock eyes, and for a brief moment, I wonder if we’re making a huge mistake. The thought is gone as quickly as it comes, because all I think about is how it feels like I might die if I’m not inside of her.