SERA
“f**k,” I choked out, my mouth falling open as he filled me to the hilt and stayed there.
His arms caged me in, forearms braced on either side of my head, his chest hovering just above mine.
He didn’t move. Not at first.
He just looked at me, eyes dark and feral, like he was savoring the moment I unraveled underneath him.
“Feel that?” he whispered hoarsely. “How f*****g tight you get for me? How perfect you are around my c**k?”
“Knox…” I whimpered, clutching at his biceps.
He pulled out almost all the way, painfully slow, then pushed back in just as slowly, grinding his hips against mine at the end, dragging a strangled moan from deep inside my throat.
He was torturing me.
He’d never taken me this slow before.
Never been this precise.
This devastating.
Every inch of his
