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I whimper as my heavy-lidded gaze connects with his in the mirror. All Icando is watch, my chest heaving as his hand trails down my neck, over my breast, and ends with a tweak on my nipple. And then his other hand squeezes my free breast and soon I’m wriggling and moaning on his cock as he pumps into me relentlessly.

One of his hands leaves my breast, trailing down and over my stomach, and as he slides his fingers over my clit my hips buck, a moan so loud filling the room I’m shocked it’s me.

But as Knox pants in my ear, his hips slapping against mine, my body coils tight around him as he begins to play with my core.

“That’s it, Angel. Take everything you need from me.” He groans deeply. “Squirm, baby. Rock on my cock. Take what you want.”

My fingers dig into his thighs, my nails creating half-moon indentations as my moan grows louder with every rock of my hips. I can’t stop, not with his relentless pace, his fingers dancing across my throbbing clit, his free hand tweaking and squeezing my breasts. It’s heady, it’s powerful, it’s overwhelming, and I’m going to come.

My legs quiver, my hands tense, my head tilts back, and my core clenches around him.

“Knox,” I whine, my hips picking up the pace.

“Keep going, Angel. Gods, baby, make me come. Ride my cock and make me come.”

I scream, Knox’s words my undoing.

Knox tenses beneath me, his arms wrapping around me and holding me to him with a feral groan of pleasure as he spills inside my pulsing core.

We jump off that cliff together a squirming, sweaty mess as our pleasure explodes while in each other’s arms. Once I finally float back down, I lift my head to the mirror before me and find Knox grinning at me devilishly.

“Look at you, so perfectly made for me.”

Chapter40

Delilah

Knox’s fingers draw lazy circles along my back.

Sighing deeply, I nestle further into the cloud of pillows, savoring this rare moment of peace.

“Whatare you keeping from me?”

The peace evaporates immediately. It takes everything within me not to freeze at his words. Phrased so bluntly, but with his voice so calm, it almost lulls me into a false sense of security—almost.

Propping my head up on my chin, I gaze at his naked form lying in bed beside me and the eyes that seem to track my every movement. Along with a shadowy tendril probing my mind.

Quirking a brow, I tease, “Is that necessary?”

“It is if you’re hiding something from me.”

My heart pinches painfully. We never keep things from one another—at least, not anymore. How horrible that this moment of Knox wanting to marry me is tainted with the ugly secret I’m holding close to my chest. But I can’t tell him. I can’t tell anyone.

So I shake off my guilt and the tirade of emotions bombarding me. It will only make him ask more questions.

“Why do you think I’m hiding something from you?”

“The bond—it never lies.” He lowers his head, a predator closing in on his prey. “So when one does, the bond does not enjoy it.”

Keeping my body languid while staring into my mate’s eyes and lying is no small feat. In fact, I’m surprised he hasn’t noticed the beads of sweat rolling down my nape.

“There’s nothing I need to tell you at this moment.”

I hold his gaze, knowing he picked up on my play of words, and yet not caring. All I have to do is not reveal what I know. It never said he couldn’t be suspicious.

It’s Knox, for crying out loud. He’s like a hawk; nothing slips past him.

He opens his mouth, probably to push me further on this, but his eyes glaze over then.