TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 266

CHAPTER 196: HUNGER AND HEAT

KNOX’S POV

Her hands find my face. My jaw. The gash across my cheekbone from Rafael’s claws, the split in my lip, the bruises layered on top of bruises.

She traces each one with her fingertips and the tenderness of it destroys me more completely than any wound Rafael inflicted because this woman was stripped and pinned to the ground and almost claimed by another man and she’s touching MY injuries like I’m the one who needs caring for.

“How did you find me?” Her voice is small. So small. The voice of a girl, not a woman, stripped back to something young and bewildered and afraid. “You were in Switzerland. You were thousands of miles away. How did you-”

I take her hand from my face and press it flat against my chest. Over the heartbeat that has been hers

since before I had the courage to admit it.

“I felt you.” The confession comes out raw and unpolished. “I don’t know how. I can’t explain it in any way that makes sense. But somewhere over the Atlantic, something in my chest ripped open and I heard you. Your fear. Your pain. Like a thread being pulled so hard it tore through every wall I’ve ever built.” My hand covers hers against my skin. “I followed it. Across an ocean, through a forest, to you. That’s all I know.”

Her chin trembles. The tears come and she doesn’t fight them and the vulnerability of that, the willingness to break in front of me after everything I’ve done to prove I don’t deserve to witness it – guts me.

“Why did you come back?” It comes as whisper now wet and shaking. “After everything I said. The Celeste thing. I was so cruel to you, Knox. I wanted to hurt you and I did and you should hate me. You should have stayed in Switzerland and forgotten about me and-”

“I could sooner forget how to breathe.”

She breaks.

A sob that shakes her whole body, and I pull her against me in the water and hold her and let her cry into my neck and the tears are scalding against my cold skin and each one feels like something being returned to me that I thought I’d lost forever.

Then the heat surges and the crying shifts into something else, the grief and the relief twisting into hunger, and her body arches against mine and the sound that comes out of her is raw and desperate and aimed at me like a signal fire.

Her hips grind against my stomach and I can feel the heat of her p***y through the cold water, burning against my skin, and her fingers claw at my shoulders and she’s whimpering into my neck with a need she’s been burying for hours.

Her hand slides down my chest, my stomach, wraps around my wrist and drags my hand between her thighs.

かれる

*Knox, please – I need – I can’t take it anymore, please, it HURTS—”

know. I know, Ember. I’ve got you.”

“Make it stop. Make HIM stop. I can still feel his hands on me and I need them gone, I need YOU, I need you to touch every place he touched and burn him out of my skin-”

The words shatter something in my chest and rebuild it in the same breath.

She wants me to erase him. To overwrite every fingerprint Rafael left on her body with my own hands, my own mouth, my own devotion, until there is nothing left of him on her skin and the only name her body remembers is mine.

I’ll burn him out of her if it takes all night and every drop of my soul.

I’ll worship every inch of skin he dared to desecrate until his touch is a forgotten nightmare and mine is

the only religion her body knows.

My fingers find her under the water.

Her p***y is swollen and slick and burning, drenched with a need that the cold river can’t touch, and when my fingers slide between her folds she cries out so loud it echoes off the banks and her hips buck into my hand and I feel the shudder run through her whole body like an earthquake finding its fault line.

I slide two fingers inside her and she clenches around me instantly, tight and wet and scorching, walls gripping my fingers like she’s terrified I’ll pull away.

And the moan she gives me is guttural and shattered and so beautiful I want to rip my own chest open and pull her inside where nothing can ever reach her again.

“There she is.” I press my forehead to hers, my thumb finding her clit, circling slowly while my fingers curl inside her, pressing against the spot that makes her thighs jerk. “There’s my girl. Eyes on me, Ember. I want you here. I want you present. I want you to feel every single second of this and know it’s me.”

“Knox-” She’s gasping, rolling her hips into my hand, riding my fingers with a desperation that makes the water surge around us, her p***y clenching and releasing in rhythmic pulses that I can feel all the way up

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my wrist.

The tears are still falling but they’ve changed, the overwhelm of being touched by the right hands after the wrong ones nearly destroyed her.

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