Every piercing on my cock drags through her entrance like it was made for her alone. The stretch. The slide. The feel of her soft, warm walls clenching around me.
She was sculpted to take all of me.
“Fuck, pet…” I hiss, head dropping back, fists flexing against the fabric binding my wrists. “You’re going to kill me.”
She lowers until I’m buried to the hilt, her body tight, trembling, holding me like a goddamn vice.
Her hands grab the tops of my thighs, fingers digging into muscle, keeping her weight steady, careful not to press on my injured side. My jaw locks. My vision blurs.
She starts to move, slow rolls of her hips that make my cock twitch inside her.
“Look at me,” I growl, and her eyes meet mine instantly.
There’s heat there, but there’s also love.
“I need to touch you.”
“No.” She shakes her head, hips rocking again, the drag of her hole squeezing me like a heartbeat. “You need to heal.”
“Fuck healing,” I groan. “I need you.”
“You have me.” She leans forward, brushing her lips over mine, teasing. Then she slides back again, and I almost lose my goddamn mind.
I snap my hips up. Her mouth drops open, a moan escaping, her body clenching harder.
“That’s it,” I grunt. “Ride me, pet. I want to feel every goddamn pulse of that pretty cunt when you come.”
Her pace quickens. She plants her hand on the couch beside me, her other sliding down between us. Her fingers circle her clit, fast and slick.
“You’re so deep,” she whispers, shaking.
Her moans get louder, each bounce of her hips making her walls flutter tighter around me. I’m sweating. Panting. Fucking dying.
“Eyes on me,” I bark. “Now.”
She gasps, green eyes locking on mine, and I feel it, that snap in her body, the quake before she unravels.
“Come for me, pet.”
She does.
A cry tears from her throat as her body clamps down on mine. She shakes. Trembles. My whole body is wired so tight it feels like I’m going to fucking burst.
“Fuck, Aspen.” I grunt like a fucking animal. “I’m coming, fuck,”
My hips jerk up, hard. One final thrust.
I spill into her, every muscle in my body locking as I empty inside her. My back arches. My wrists pull against the tie. My mind blanks.
She collapses forward, avoiding the bandages, chest against mine, her breath warm against my throat. I feel her lips press to my jaw, soft and adoring.
“I love you, Knox,” she whispers.
I lean forward, forehead against hers, still buried deep.
“I love you more than the air I breathe, pet.”
It’s been three days since they left.
