EMBER’S POV
“Knox— I’m close—”
“I know.” His mouth is at my ear, and his voice is wrecked, barely held together, and the knowledge that I am doing this to HIM — that my body wrapped around his is dismantling the most controlled man I’ve ever known — is its own kind of intoxicating. “I can feel you tightening around me, and you’re so wet and so warm and so perfect that I can barely hold on, and I need you to know that I am going to do this to you every night for the rest of our lives because this is what you said yes to on that highway. This is what being mine means. This is what waking up in my bed every morning leads to.”
His hips drive forward, and I choke on air.
“Get used to it,” he growls against my throat, slamming into me harder, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off
