EMBER’S POV
Knox keeps his word. He spends the next three hours doing exactly what he promised: f*****g me so thoroughly I forget there’s ever been a world outside his bed.
It’s not like the airplane, or even last night’s bruising session. This is a slow burn, methodical and relentless, like he’s memorizing my body with his hands and tongue and c**k.
Every kiss is painstakingly intentional. Every bite, every drag of his tongue over my skin, is measured, catalogued, stored away for later. He wants to know what makes me shiver, what makes my toes curl, what makes me come undone.
He learns fast.
There’s a rhythm to it. He f***s me slow and deep until I’m desperate, then rough and fast until I’m gasping, then back to slow again, teasing out aftershocks until I’m barely coherent.
Each tim
