KNOX’S POV
She’s merciless with it. Slow, filthy, and completely in control.
She sucks me right to the edge, pulls me into her throat until I’m shaking, then eases off to press a wet kiss to my hip while I swear at the ceiling, and then starts again.
I lose all sense of time. My hand stays in her hair because she lets it. The water keeps running.
Somewhere in the middle of it she murmurs against my thigh about how she likes me like this. I’d have signed the North over to her right then if she asked.
My c**k’s messier than ever, slick and flushed and twitching every time she swallows, and she looks like she’s in love with the mess she’s making.
That’s what does it. Not her mouth. The fact that she wants me like this. Desperate. Ruined. Absolutely hers.
Then she takes me deep again, s
