Knox went to war against my mouth. His tongue conquered, forcing me to submit with only his kiss. Heated lips provoked mine to part, allowing him to ravish my tongue as his slid against it, coaxing it to life. His growl sent arousal rushing toward my cunt, readying for him to plunder the treasure he’d earned.
“You feel real.” His honeyed-whiskey voice slipped all around me, warming me more than any drink could. “Touch me, Aria. I need to feel you.” Lips whispered over mine, then danced their way to my temple, then the other side before slowly continuing down my jawline. “Fuck, woman. I’ve missed feeling you against me.” Skillful lips drifted up one side of my face, then slid down my jawline, driving his fiery mouth to the other side to continue his wicked discovery. Then, he nipped my bottom lip between his teeth, forcing it to sting before sliding to my throat, sucking on the hollow of my throat. “I miss the taste of your skin against my lips. I could stay with you like this forever, touching, tasting, discovering every secret your body holds.”
Tears burned my eyes as I slid my hands over his chest, leaning against him as he continued kissing my collarbone, and throat.
“So fucking tempting, Knox. I see the appeal.” I did. To be trapped in a haven with our daughters? I wanted that, too. So fucking badly it ached. This man was my safety, my anchor. He kept me grounded when the world tried to break me. “I love you so fucking much, it hurts. I need you to come back with me. You can’t stay here because I can’t. And I can’t do this without you.”
“Stay with me,” he begged against my shoulder, slowly trailing his scorching mouth over the skin of it, flicking his tongue over his mark, reminding me I was his. “I’ll be your fantasy, your filthiest dream, whatever you want, My Queen. I will be it if it means I get to keep you with me. Our girls need you, too. Sven needs you, Aria.” What he’d said had me battling against the sob seeking to escape.
His body against mine felt real, but I wasn’t crazy enough not to realize something was crafting a dreamscape. He was living within his mind with our children. Knox brought his lips to my throat, dragging them over it to my shoulder, kissing the mark marring my smooth flesh. How could he feel so fucking real? And good. So fucking good.
“I dreamed of you. It was more of a nightmare. I couldn’t escape, Aria. I woke up screaming for what I’d done to you. It fucking broke me, destroying me from within.” That he’d probably dreamt of what had actually happened forced me back to reality.
“Knox, who made this world for you? Did Hecate create it?”
“You think I’d let her make anything for me? I’d rather light the bitch on fire so I could fuck you in the flames. I’d never let her around our children, ever. They’re so fucking gorgeous. They look just like their mother, but fuck if they’re not going to be a handful.” Tears slowly trailed down my cheeks, even as I touched every fucking inch of him I could reach. “I want to fuck you right now,” he admitted, leaning over to brush his lips against my ear. “I want that pretty pussy to paint my lips with your pleasure. I already know it taste like heaven against my tongue.” A shiver rushed through me, threatening to weaken my knees. “This is my heaven. My girl, our girls, and Sven. That’s all I want. As long as you’re here, I am home.”
“This isn’t real, Monster. You’re not dead any more than this place is real. I know it feels like it, but you’re in the library. The light is healing you, but you’re not waking up. I need you. I need you to come back to me. You’re going to be a father. I don’t want to do this without you.”
His hand collared my throat, walking me back to the wall. Hot, demanding lips collided with mine, devouring them. His tongue flicked against my lips, demanding I let him in. The moment I did, I moaned at the real feeling of his kiss.
Knox didn’t merely kiss, he fucking dominated me with his fiery, passionate kiss. My mind melted to the pleasure he gave while consuming my thoughts, changing my mind with one wickedly skilled flick of his tongue, at a time. I felt him pulling my skirts up, and then his fingers were sliding through the wetness between my thighs. Pulling back from my lips, he pressed his forehead against mine.
“This feels real to me. So fucking real.” Knox’s fingers trailed through the wetness, tapping against my clit with each pass through the arousal. “You feel real to me, Aria. This pussy feels so fucking real. Such a messy girl for me. Fucking hell I love how you melt for me.”
“It does feel real,” I admitted, knowing that if it felt real, then it was some type of magic.
Knox lowered, his scorching breath touching my sex before his tongue flicked my clit, forcing a gasp of shock from my lungs. Pleasure shot through me as he continually licked between my lips, growling like a wild beast against them. The vibration alone almost sent me over the edge. Sensation moved through me like a never-ending wave of bliss.
Spreading my legs apart, he began sliding me up the wall, his mouth lavishing my cunt, mercilessly forcing more pleasure as he rose to his full height, feasting like a starved beast against my flesh. The way he lost control had my eyes rolling back in my head as my entire body shook, unable to stop the screams from tearing from my throat.
The sinful noises he made had even more arousal rushing to paint his lips. My fingers pushed the dark, blond hair from his face, which revealed a symbol in the center of it. Turning my head, I noted it matched the one on the walls.
A warm ball formed in my belly, fueled from each pleasurable stroke of Knox’s tongue. I whimpered as he allowed me to slide down the wall and right onto the rounded tip of his cock. There, he teased his thickness against my opening, purring as he held my eyes prisoner. The man was a master at edging me to the brink of insanity.
“Do I feel real now?” he asked, then forced into my body with one, powerful thrust.
I cried out, but he captured my mouth with his, swallowing down every cry I released. Every moan. He devoured them, even as one hand gripped my hip, controlling the rhythm. The man was God of pleasure, even in his damn head. It was unfair. His tongue flicked against my lips, his other hand cradling my head, as he began picking up speed, thrusting wildly into my body.
“You feel so fucking good around my cock, Little One. Does this not feel real enough for you?” he whispered. Then his tongue was sliding against mine, devouring me as he penetrated me with similar thrust with each. My pussy fluttered, clenching as the orgasm rocked through me, sending me spiraling down a bottomless abyss. It was a soul-shattering orgasm that reverberated through every part of me, stealing control of every sense as he held me in his arms, caging my body protectively.
“Knox!” I screamed, even as I felt the familiar warmth of his release painting my clenching walls.
“I could do this forever. You’re my heaven, Aria. You’ll always be my sanctuary. The one place I know is home, is here, like this with you.”
“Knox, I need you to come back with me,” I whispered.