Knox POVHer breath hitches as she grinds down again, slow and deep, her forehead pressed to mine. I can feel her heartbeat through her chest, racing just as fast as mine. Her hands slide into my hair, tugging just enough to make me grit my teeth, and I feel her hips start to find a rhythm. It’s hesitant at first, like she’s testing herself, figuring out what she likes, what she can handle—but it builds.And fuck, does it build.Every time she drops down on me, I swear it pulls something primal from deep in my gut. I don’t move, don’t push, don’t steal a damn inch of control. I just let her ride, let her use me, because right now, that’s what she needs. Power. Choice. Her own goddamn pace.She leans back slightly, and I look down. Watching the way she’s taking me, the way her body works against mine, it’s torture in the best way. Her dress is bunched around her thighs, barely hiding anything, and her skin’s glowing in the moonlight. It’s fucking art.My hands trace up her sides, feeli
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