I lay my head back against the hard canvas, gasping for air. After the o****m’s last throes had faded, Knox rolled to his side. I let out a soft sigh as he withdrew, his c**k sliding slowly out of me. My body grasped for him, clenching, and then relaxed.
He clasped me to his side, and in his arms I breathed easily. He held me as though I was some delicate, fragile thing, cradling me softly. There was no hint of the man who had thrust hard and fast into my body, no whisper of the man who had bit down on my shoulder as he came, groaning and hard, into my core.
There was only him.
As I breathed in deeply, my chest rose and fell. I felt myself relaxing. A week of sleeping as long as I wanted to, a week of painting my heart’s desire—and now this.
He’d taken me in completely, taken m
