CH.67

Knox shook his head as if to clear the jumbled thoughts ringing through his mind like a discordant clamor. However, Serena was already inching closer.

The tears continued to spill unheeded down her cheeks as she looked up at him with her expressive emerald eyes that shimmered like polished jade. "I don't want to go through that same pain and fear again," she whispered imploringly. "I just want to have a real, happy marriage with you...if you can give me that. I have no one left in this world, no family other than my father. And he…” She swallowed. “If you'll let me...you can be my family, Knox."

Knox stared at her mutely, utterly speechless in the face of her vulnerability and the depth of the yearning, the need she was baring to him so openly and without shame.

His heart twisted in his chest, aching to see the desperation swimming in her lovely eyes and the past trauma and hurt that still haunted her so deeply despite the brave face she put on.

The only reason that bastard was still alive was because he was her first. And because Serena didn’t want him to die yet; otherwise…

Knox gritted his teeth at the mere thought of Alex still breathing the same air as his wife.

He snapped back to reality when he felt delightful tingles that aggravated the desire he’d been working hard to keep under control.

Serena straddled him. Then she lifted her soft hand to cradle his face that was half cover with a black mask. Her delicate fingers raked through his tousled ebony locks as she brought his head down until his cheek was pillowed against the soft, sumptuous mounds of her bare breasts. A ragged sound torn from deep in Knox’s throat. His wife had no clue she was playing a very dangerous game by stoking the flames of his desire even higher until they licked at his tenuous control, threatening to consume him entirely in their scorching intensity.

The atmosphere in the room was thick and heavy with arousal. The tension between them crackled like a high voltage, the air itself seeming to thrum and vibrate with the force of their combined hunger. For one another!

Serena could clearly feel the hard, pulsing ridge of his dick straining against the material of his pants, pressing into the juncture of her thighs.

She ground herself shamelessly against it, dragging her slick heat along the thick column in a blatant invitation that had Knox's eyes squeezing shut as a harsh exhale of air hissed out from between his clenched teeth.

Serena’s lips unconsciously stretched ever so slightly into a victorious smirk at the effect of her antics.

She tilted his chin up with one hand, bringing her face mere inches from Knox’s until he could feel the warmth of her breath fanning across his skin and could taste the salt of her tears between their parted lips.

Their eyes locked in a heated standoff - his gaze piercing and molten like freshly struck amber, hers a brilliant jade green shimmering with unshed tears and naked longing.

There was a heavy pause. The very air itself seemed to still in anticipation as the tension stretched firm and vibrating between them like a string pulled to its limits.

Every fibre in their being yearned for their bodies to merge. As one. Again.

Then without further ado, Serena surged forward and crashed her mouth against his in a searing, passionate kiss.

Knox froze. His mind went blank for a split second, trying to process what was happening right now.

His arms were winding around her form before he could stop himself with crushing force. He pulled her flush against his powerful frame and kissed her back with an intensity that stole the breath from her lungs.

Serena realized his lips against hers was somewhat...familiar, in a way she couldn't quite place. It was like a vague memory trying to surface from the depths of her subconscious in fleeting flashes of déjà vu.

They were both panting harshly when they finally broke apart moments later, their chest heaving with the force of their mingled breaths.

Serena's swollen lips were reddened and glistening from the force of their kisses.

Knox’s burning gaze was locked on her dark eyes swirling with a vortex of desire, fear, and something else he couldn't quite identify.

"Knox…" she breathed, her fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt almost desperately as she pressed herself even closer.

The softness of her curves mold to the unyielding planes of his body. "I need you...all of you. Don't hold anything back from me, Knox. I want to know what it's like to have your full passion and your darkest desire unleashed on me without restraint."

Knox stared down at this woman - his wife, his mate. He felt something primal and possessive uncurl deep in his chest. Something ravenous that demanded he take what was his and stake his claim in a way that left no doubt as to who she belonged.

‘Heal her, and then take her!’

‘Give her what she wants and make it an experience she won't soon forget!’

These words resonated in Knox's mind like a chant.

He scooped her up into his arms without a word, cradling her against his rock-hard body as he strode towards their bedroom.