Ashes(78)

"Ice cream? I think I can make that happen." He scooped her up, shocking a little squeal out of her, and traced their footprints in the hot sand as he headed to the villa. Once on the deck, he gently put her on her feet. "Shower first."



"Good idea." Although she hadn't lain on the beach, the sand had somehow found its way inside her bikini and was chafing her skin. Inside the villa, he took her straight to the bathroom attached to their bedroom. Without removing their swimsuits, he backed her into the walk-in shower and then turned on the spray.



Harper hissed through her teeth. The hot water stung her skin, which was sensitive from the sun, but the discomfort quickly faded. And then Knox was kissing her. His mouth was hot and greedy and it totally swept her away.



"So many times a day, I look at this mouth and think about what it feels like wrapped around my cock. Heaven. Fucking heaven." Knox tugged down her bikini strap, letting it sweep over her shoulder. He licked over the cluster of freckles there, then bit hard. "Mine." He stripped off their swimsuits and squirted soap onto his hands. As she shampooed her hair, he soaped her down; tracing her, shaping her, teasing her, until the smell of salt was gone and there was only coconut soap and Harper's honeyed scent.



She gave as good as she got – her touch sexual as she ran her hands all over him, lathering him with gel. Finally, he pulled her fully under the spray, rinsing off shampoo, soap, and sand. As the water poured down on them, he kissed her again, licking and biting. "I fucking love your mouth." He bit the fleshy part of her lower lip. "And I love fucking it."



She narrowed her eyes, and he knew why. The idea of kneeling on the tiled floor didn't hold a lot of appeal. Still, he knew she'd do it if he asked. It was a total fucking turn-on to know that she'd do whatever he asked – she wouldn't do it easily or meekly, which made it hotter, but she'd do it. He knew exactly what he wanted right then, but it wasn't his cock in her mouth. 



It happened so quickly that Harper found herself blinking rapidly. One minute she'd been pliant against him; the next thing, her back was against the tiled wall and one psychic hand was pinning both of hers above her head. "What are you doing?"



Knox fisted his cock. "Watching."



Harper gasped as an ice-cold psychic finger slipped inside her. It didn't matter that she'd been ready for the heat that flared, it still zapped every one of her senses as her pussy began to blaze. "I'm already wet."



"I know that. But I want you even more wet. And I want to stand here and watch while I play with you until you're so wet you're dripping. You want me to have that, don't you? You want to give me what I want."



Her mouth quirked. "It's in my best interests."



He smiled. "It is." He cupped her breasts, molding them. They'd grown bigger, fuller. As he used a psychic finger to fuck her pussy, he tugged, twisted, and plucked at her nipples. He swooped down and sucked the unpierced one into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. She moaned his name – a feminine demand. "What do you want, Harper?"



Her chin lifted. "I'm not going to beg."



"You don't need to beg," he said softly. "I'll give you whatever you want" – he tugged on her piercing – "but you have to tell me what it is."



"You."



He sucked at her pulse. "You have me."



"In me," she ground out.



"I am in you." He gave her a particularly hard thrust with his psychic finger.



Her demon hissed, irritated by his teasing. "Your cock," Harper clipped. "I want your cock in me!"



Keeping her hands pinned above her head with one psychic hand, Knox hooked her legs over the crooks of his elbows. "Then you'll have it." He thrust into her, and her scorching hot pussy clamped and rippled around him. She was coming, he realized. And the "oh shit" look in her eyes meant that she was expecting punishment for not having permission. "It's okay, you can come."



It was a really good thing he thought so, because there wasn't a chance Harper could have held back that orgasm. The moment his long, thick cock had stretched and filled her oversensitive walls in one smooth possessive stroke, sheer bliss had washed over her. She slumped against the wall, eyes falling closed, as her strength seemed to drain out of her.



"Look at me," he rumbled.



She opened her eyes to find him staring at her with that very familiar savage possessiveness. Her pussy clenched, and he gritted his teeth. Knox slowly pulled back. Frowning, she tried curling her legs around him to keep him with her, but he held them tight.