CHAPTER 74: ONE THRUST AWAY–T
EMBER’S POV
I nod desperately.
“Liar.” He pumps into me slowly, his thumb circling my clit with featherlight pressure that’s nowhere near enough. “You’re never quiet. It’s one of my favorite things about you.”
“For goddess sake, Knox, please-”
“Please what?” He’s smiling now, the bastard. Enjoying this. “Use your words.”
“More. I need more.”
He gives me a third finger and I have to slap my hand over my mouth to muffle the sound that escapes.
He’s stretching me so good, fucking me with his hand while his thumb works my clit in lazy circles, and I
can feel myself dripping onto the counter.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, watching his fingers disappear inside me. “Making such a mess. Soaking my
hand, dripping everywhere.” He pulls his fingers out and I watch him spread my wetness along his palm,
filthy and glistening. “Prettiest mess I’ve ever seen.”
“I need-” I’m panting now, grinding against his hand. “I need you inside me. Please.”
“Yeah?” He brings his wet fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. “You
want my c**k?”
“Yes.”
“How badly?”
“Knox.” I’m whining now, past pride, past dignity. “Please. I’m dying.”
He chuckles, low and dark, and reaches for his belt. I help him with shaking hands, fumbling with the
buckle until he’s free.
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His c**k springs out, hard and thick and leaking at the tip, and I wrap my hand around him instinctively.
“Fuck.” He shudders at my touch. “Your hands are so soft.”
I stroke him slowly, spreading the precum down his shaft, and his head falls back with a groan.
That’s it.” His hips thrust into my grip. “Just like that.”
We stay like that for a moment – me stroking him while he watches, his fingers still teasing my clit, both of us building toward something inevitable. Then he bats my hand away and steps closer, notching himself
at my entrance.
“Spread your legs wider,” he commands, and I obey instantly, opening myself to him completely.
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He doesn’t push in. Instead, he drags his s**k through my folds, coating himself in my wetness, bumping my clit un every pass until I’m trembling.
“Knox-”
“Feel how wet you are?” He slides against me again, his c**k slick and shining with my arousal. “Feel how
ready?”
“Please, just-”
He positions himself at my entrance. I can feel the thick head pressing against me, stretching me open
just barely, and my whole body tenses with anticipation.
“Ready?” he murmurs.
“Yes, yes, I’ve been ready, just fucking-”
“WATER!”
We freeze.
His c**k pressed against my entrance. My legs spread wide. One thrust – one single thrust – away from finally having him inside me.
“Someone bring me water! My throat is dry! The medication makes me parched!”
Knox’s forehead drops to my shoulder and the sound he makes is pure, devastated agony.
“No,” I whimper. “No, no, no-”
“I’m going to kill her.” His voice is wrecked, broken. “I’m going to kill her slowly and bury her somewhere in
the mountains where the wolves will scatter her bones.”
“Knox, just- quickly- we can-”
“WATER! PLEASE! IS ANYONE ALIVE OUT THERE?”
He pulls back with a shudder, his c**k still hard and angry and glistening with my arousal. I watch him tuck himself back into his pants with hands that aren’t quite steady, his jaw clenched so tight I’m worried for
his teeth.
“Later,” I manage, my voice shaking. “When she’s really asleep.”
“Later,” he agrees darkly. “And when later comes, I’m locking the door. And unplugging her call button. And
possibly sedating her.”
“You can’t sedate your ex–girlfriend.”
“Watch me.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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