KNOX’S POV
I worship one breast with my mouth while my fingers work her p***y in deep, curling strokes, my thumb circling her c**t in tightening spirals.
The sounds filling the space between us are filthy and holy at the same time — the wet slide of my fingers inside her, the splash of water as her hips roll, the broken gasps falling from her mouth.
“You taste divine.” The words spill against her skin between my teeth. “Every inch of you. Every breath. Every sound you make. Do you understand what you are to me? You are the only thing I have ever wanted badly enough to destroy myself for, and I would do it again, I would burn this forest down and the next one and the one after that, I would raze every kingdom I’ve ever built to f*****g ASH if it meant keeping you safe and warm and making
