SERA
I was asleep. Kind of. Not really. My body felt heavy, sunk deep into the mattress, but my mind wasn’t still. It kept spinning, replaying his voice, his breath, the way his fingers had worked me open and left me hanging, trembling. God, I was still aching. I slipped under again. Deeper this time. Into that warm, heady place where nothing made sense except the way he made me feel. I was standing in front of Knox’s room, his door slightly ajar, a soft, amber light spilling out. It was dim, seductive, and somehow I knew he was inside, waiting for me. I pushed the door open and stepped in. He was there. Right in the center of the room. Stark naked. My breath caught. Fuck. Every inch of him was cut from shadow and firelight. Strong shoulders, lean hips, broad chest, and everything in between. My eyes dropped, unable to help myself, and what I saw made the breath leave my lungs. He was hard. Massive. So thick and beautiful it made my thighs clench instinctively. I couldn’t look away. Couldn’t think. Knox’s eyes locked on mine, dark and full of something primal. “Ready to admit it?” he asked, voice low and rough. “That what’s going on between us is real?” I suddenly had no filter. No hesitation. “I want you,” I said. “So damn bad.” His lips curled into a slow, dangerous smirk. “What do you want me to do to you, Sera?” “Fuck me,” I licked my lips, heart pounding. “Hard. Until I can’t walk.” He was in front of me in a heartbeat, his heat surrounding me, his hands gripping my waist and pulling me flush against him. His mouth crushed mine, all tongue and teeth and heat. I could feel him, thick and hard, pressed against my stomach, and it only made me needier. Wetter. He walked me back slowly, his kiss deepening, stealing all the breath from my lungs. I didn’t realize we were moving until my back hit the wall. Knox pulled back, just enough to look at me. “You want me to ruin you?” he asked, his voice dark silk. “You want to be mine?” “Yes,” I gasped. His hands gripped the front of my nightdress and tore it apart with a single motion. The sound of ripping fabric echoed in the still room. I moaned. The cool air hit my bare skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his mouth. He dipped his head and closed his lips around my nipple, sucking, biting just enough to make me cry out. His hands kneaded my breasts, rough and reverent all at once. “Fuck, Sera,” he growled against my skin. “You’ve got the most perfect tits. I want them bouncing while I take you from behind. I want to hear you begging for it.” I was already panting, clutching at his shoulders, drowning in sensation. Then he spun me around. My palms hit the wall. His hand slid around my throat from behind, holding me there, not tight, but enough to make my breath hitch. “You’re so wet for me already,” he whispered, voice gravel and lust. “You dreamed of this. You need this.” He nudged my legs apart with his knee, forcing me open for him. I arched, ready, desperate. And then, one hand on my hip, the other still firm around my throat, he slowly aligned himself to my entrance. Without warning, he slammed into me in one hard, deep thrust. I gasped loud, broken, and my forehead hitting the wall as he filled me completely. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned. “So tight. So damn perfect. Mine.” My entire body trembled. His hand tightened around my throat, just enough to hold me there, completely under him, completely his. My breath came out in sharp, broken gasps, forehead resting against the wall as Knox slammed into me again, deeper this time, a groan torn from his chest as my body took all of him. “God, Sera,” he growled against my ear. “You were made for this. For me.” I whimpered, no control, and no pride left. Just pure, raw feeling. Every thrust sent a jolt up my spine, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, my legs already trembling beneath me. I could barely stand. “You hear that?” he murmured, voice thick and wrecked. “The way your pussy’s gripping me? Like it doesn’t wanna let go.” He thrust again, harder. My cry echoed off the walls, helpless and hoarse. “I’ve thought about this every second since that night,” he went on, relentless. “Thought about bending you over, fucking you just like this, hard, and deep until you scream so loud you forget anyone else’s name but mine.” “Knox—” I gasped, barely able to form the word. It was all I could say. All I knew. He was everywhere. His hips slammed into me with punishing force, each thrust deeper, harder, more brutal than the last, and I loved it. My hands scraped against the wall for something to hold onto, but there was nothing except him. His grip on my throat kept me upright, kept me tethered, kept me his. “You want it rough?” Knox growled into my ear, voice thick with heat. “You said it— said you wanted me to fuck you till you couldn’t walk. So take it, Sera. Take every damn inch.” I cried out as he drove into me again, the slap of our skin echoing through the room. The stretch of him, the depth, the unrelenting pace and my mind couldn’t keep up. My body was shaking, already pushed to the brink, but he wasn’t letting up. “You feel this?” he rasped. “This is what you do to me. Every time you look at me like you don’t know who you belong to.” And then he did something that made the world fall out from under me. His free hand slid between my thighs again, not slow or teasing this time but ruthless, working my clit and finger fucking me with no mercy. My legs started to give out beneath me and he slammed me harder into the wall to keep me in place. I gasped, sobbed, and moaned. I didn’t even know what sounds I was making anymore. My face pressed against the cool wall, tears streaking down my cheeks from the overwhelming pressure building in me, from the pleasure I couldn’t escape. “Fuck, Sera,” he growled. “You’re dripping all over me. You love this, don’t you? Being taken like this. Fucked until you’re shaking and dumb and begging for more.” I was beyond words. All I could do was nod and cry out as his fingers moved faster, tighter circles that made me feel like I was breaking apart from the inside out. “Look at you,” he said, voice nothing but heat and hunger. “Falling apart for me. You gonna cum like this, Sera? With me buried inside you, making you feel every damn inch?” “Please,” I sobbed. I didn’t even know what I was begging for anymore. Was it release, ot more, or him. All of it. My voice was shaking, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity. “Please don’t stop.” “That’s it,” he breathed. “Beg for it. Let me hear how bad you need me.” I couldn’t hold back. The pressure was unbearable, my thighs shaking uncontrollably as his fingers moved faster, his hips slamming into me again and again, hitting a spot so deep I saw stars. “Say it,” he hissed. “Say you’re mine.” “I’m yours!” I choked out, trembling, nails clawing at the wall. “God-Knox, I’m yours-just please-please-” That was all it took. I shattered. My body locked up, the orgasm crashing through me so violently I cried out, a sob tangled with his name. My legs gave out entirely, and he held me there, breathing harsh and low against my neck, riding me through it as I clenched and pulsed around him, completely undone. He didn’t stop moving, groaning behind me, loud and low, hips driving deep as he buried himself in me, holding me against the wall while I trembled and cried out, lost in it. He didn’t let up. Not until I was trembling, wrecked, leaning against the wall, still caught in the thick, slow rhythm of his body, his voice in my ear whispering, “You’re mine.” My eyes flew open. The room was dark. Still. The air thick around me. My chest rose and fell in frantic, shallow gasps. Sweat clung to my skin. My throat was dry, my heart thundered against my ribs, and everything between my legs throbbed with aftershocks so vivid I could’ve sworn. I threw the blanket off and sat up. Heat bloomed on my face. I was soaked, my nightdress clung to my skin, damp with sweat, yes, but… more than sweat. I didn’t have to check, but I did anyway. I slipped a hand down and felt the unmistakable wetness between my thighs. Sticky. Warm. I yanked back my hand like it burned. No. No way. I turned to look at Jared beside me. Still sound asleep. Unbothered. Oblivious. My body buzzed, overwhelmed, shamed, needy. I stood too fast, tripping over the sheets as I staggered into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I shoved down my panties and stared at the proof. Soaked. Completely, embarrassingly drenched. The cotton clung to me in the worst way. I—God, I actually came in my sleep. From a dream. From him. “Shit,” I whispered, heart racing. I balled them up quickly and stuffed them inside the cabinet beneath the sink, irrational panic tightening in my chest. I didn’t even think about wiping myself off. I just grabbed my robe, yanked it on over my clingy nightdress, and slipped out of the room as quietly as I could. The hallway was cool. My feet were bare, but I didn’t care. I needed air. I needed to breathe. To think. My legs were still unsteady as I padded down to the pool deck, the moonlight casting silver ripples across the surface of the water. The night was quiet, the kind that should’ve been peaceful. But there was nothing peaceful inside me. I walked to the edge of the pool and wrapped my arms around myself. The robe was thin, and my skin was still damp. I could feel the heat between my thighs, could feel where that dream still lived in my body like a brand. Knox was everywhere. In my blood. Under my skin. In the throb I couldn’t stop, even now. I hated him for it. I hated how much I didn’t hate it. And just as I took a deep breath, a voice came from the water low, deep, and familiar. “Can’t sleep?” I screamed. Whipped around. And there he was. Knox.
