Page 112 of Heir of Broken Souls

“I may know what you want, Angel, but I do not break my vows.” He bites my lower lip, and a spark of metal tang floods my tongue. “I want to hear it from your lips. So tell me Angel, what do you want?”

He seals his words with a bruising kiss along my neck, making my eyes roll into the back of my head.

Lifting his head once more, his free hand trails down my chest, between my heavy breasts, slowly over my stomach, and then finally down to where my core pulses waiting for him. He pauses, swiping his fingers back and forth along the skin right above it.

I lift my hips to meet his fingers, but he pulls them back.

“Tell me what you want.” He drops his lips to the shell of my ear. “Beg for me.”

Teasingly, indulgingly, he swipes his finger over my core, just once, just enough to give me a taste of what I want—what I desperately need.

I give in. “Please, Knox.”

“Please what?”

“Please, I need you.”

“Which part, Angel? I’m terribly illiterate. Perhaps you should spell it out for me.”

The dark gaze and feline smirk only heighten my frustration…right along with my desire for him.

Gritting my teeth, I force myself to beg, “Please, Knox, I need you inside me.”

He cocks his head, earning another groan from me as he slicks his finger across my core, slowly this time. And I want it back there so desperately I cry out, “Please, please,please!”

Knox eats my words as he smashes his lips to mine and plunges his fingers inside me.

The sensation is such a relief. My back arches, a moan filling my mouth and mingling with his growl. He pumps his fingers into me without abandon, but it isn’t enough.

There’s an emptiness within me that I know can only be filled by him.

“Please,” I beg again, pulling away from his kiss. “I needyou.”

There’s no more teasing, no more pleading. Hecombusts. Knox rips himself away from me, his pants disappearing in the next second before he settles between my thighs, aligning himself perfectly.

As Knox slides inside of me, he whispers gutturally, “You are so gorgeous. It takes my breath away.”

I groan, not only at the feel of him finally inside of me, his large length stretching me to my fullest, but also at his words. At the tenderness of his touch on my cheeks, the way he slides his arm beneath my body and cradles me when he thrusts his hips.

Every movement, every action, screams how much he wants me, but not only that, it screams how much he loves me.

It’s in the way his eyes never leave mine, the way his hips fall in line with my own as he tries to bury himself as deep as he can go, the way he holds me as if I’m the most precious thing in this world.

I can see it in his eyes and on his tongue, the words rising in his throat. He’s desperate to say it, and yet I’m desperate for him not to, because every time I say I love someone they die.

So before he can speak I kiss him, pouring in every ounce of emotion I wish to scream to the forgotten gods. I hold him to me because he is my lifeline and I will do anything to never lose this beautiful man.

Knox’s hips pick up their pace at my kiss and right as my core clenches around him, spasming, he pulls out, a groan of disappointment filling the room. He chuckles down at me before he wraps his large tan hands around my waist and lifts me. Suddenly I’m straddling his legs where he sits on the edge of the bed, but instead of facing him, I’m looking at myself through a mirror he’s conjured.

I gasp at the sight of my naked body spread across his, at the way my soft ivory skin pales in comparison to his tan form. The way my hair is mussed and my cheeks are flushed and the way he looks at me.

“So fucking beautiful.”

Sucking in a sharp breath, I watch him in the mirror as he slides his large, thick cock inside of me. The sensation has me dropping my head back to his chest, and he thrusts in, once.

“Oh, Knox.”

Knox wraps his hand around my chin, gently pulling it back up. His lips brush across my ear, his heavy hot pants making me shiver. “I want you to watch me as I make you come around my cock.”