Chapter 149: Come on Top

NORA’S POV

Knox stayed completely frozen, only an inch inside me.

His face was inches from mine, and his breathing was rough and jagged. His gray eyes searched mine, breaking down every defense I had left.

The question still hung between us in the warm room.

My cheeks burned hot, tears of tension and emotion prickling the corners of my eyes. Slowly, I gave a small, breathless nod.

"Yes," I whispered.

Knox swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. "In the library... you said—"

"I lied, Knox," I cut him off softly. "I lied because I was proud, and I didn’t want the campus hockey captain looking down on me like some sheltered, naive tutor from Oakhaven who didn’t know anything about the real world."

Knox stared at me. The cocky athlete swagger, the teasing captain smirk... all of it vanished completely.

In its place was a look of pure, overwhelming reverence. His gray eyes softened deeply, making my chest ache as his large frame shuddered while reality sank in.

"Jeeezz, Nora..." Knox choked out. "You gave this to me?"

"I wanted to," I told him, looking straight into his eyes. "I only ever wanted it to be you."

A low, ragged sound broke from Knox’s throat. He lowered his head, pressing his forehead against mine, his hands coming up to cup my face with a tenderness that made me tremble. He kissed my eyelids, then the bridge of my nose, and finally my parted lips.

"Listen to me," Knox whispered against my mouth. "The second it hurts too much, you tell me. You tell me to stop, and I stop immediately. You’re in control, Bennett. Always."

"I don’t want you to stop," I whispered back, wrapping my arms around his broad neck. "I want you."

Knox kissed me deeply, parting my lips and tangling his tongue with mine to draw all my focus to his mouth. At the same time, his hands slid down to my hips, gripping me firmly to keep me steady.

Then, with agonizingly slow pressure, Knox pushed forward.

My body tightened against him in immediate resistance. A sharp, stinging pinch flared deep inside my core as he pressed against the barrier, stretching me to the absolute limit.

I winced, my fingernails digging into his shoulders, a muffled cry catching in my throat against his lips.

Knox didn’t pull back, but he didn’t force it either. He kept his kiss gentle and hungry, distracting my senses, humming low in his throat to soothe me while his hips bore down with patience.

The barrier gave way.

With a soft, sudden give, the resistance snapped, and Knox slid smoothly past it.

The sharp sting dissolved almost instantly, replaced by a deep, overwhelming ache of fullness that stole every breath from my lungs. Knox pushed slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until his hips hit mine flat against the mattress.

He was buried all the way to the hilt.

A long, trembling gasp tore from my lips, my back arching slightly into the sheets. There wasn’t a millimeter of air left between us. His pelvis was locked tight against mine, his weight warm and solid, his thick cock filling every single part of my body.

Knox went completely still.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his chest heaving against mine, his entire six-foot-three frame trembling with the effort of holding back his strength.

"I’ve got you, baby," he whispered against my skin, his breath burning hot over my pulse. "I’ve got you. Just breathe."

We stayed like that for a long, quiet minute.

I focused on the steady rise and fall of his chest, letting my tight muscles slowly relax and stretch around his thickness. The initial sting melted away, replaced by an intense, thrumming heat that began to coil low in my stomach.

My legs naturally lifted, wrapping around his waist, locking my ankles behind his lower back.

Knox felt the shift. He lifted his head, searching my eyes. "You okay?"

"I’m okay," I breathed, running my hands down his muscular back. "Move, Knox. Please."

A low rumble vibrated in his chest.

Slowly, carefully, Knox pulled back. He slid out an inch, then two, before easing back in with a slow glide.

A sharp, sweet whimper slipped from my throat.

"Like that?" he rasped.

"Yes... just like that."

Knox began to set a rhythm. It was slow and deliberate, his hips rocking forward and back, taking his time to let my body get used to the friction. Every time he pushed all the way in, the blunt head rubbed right against that sensitive, swollen ridge inside me, sending sparks shooting straight to my toes.

The ache was completely gone now.

In its place was a mounting, addictive pleasure that made my hips instinctively rise to meet each stroke. The slickness between us made every slide wet, the quiet sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. ℯℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"God, Nora," Knox groaned with a clenched jaw as he picked up the pace slightly. "You are so damn tight. It feels insane."

"Knox..." I gasped, my head tossing against the pillow as the friction started winding the knot tight in my belly.

He drove in deeper, his breathing turning into ragged pants, and his shoulders glistening with sweat under the amber lamp. He was holding himself back, trying to be careful, but I could feel the raw athletic power behind every thrust.

I gripped his biceps, arching into him, wanting more of his weight, wanting him deeper.

Knox suddenly slowed his hips, pressing all the way in and holding still, his chest heaving as if he were fighting for air.

"What is it?" I panted, looking up at him.

Knox looked down at me with dark, hungry eyes, sweat dripping from his temple onto my collarbone. Moving his hands from the mattress to my waist, he gripped me firmly and possessively.

"I can’t get deep enough like this," Knox rasped. "And I don’t want to hurt you trying."

He leaned down, pressing a hot kiss to the corner of my lips, his gaze locking onto mine with absolute heat.

"Come on top, Nora."

My breath caught in my throat. "On top?"

"Yeah," Knox murmured, his hands gently squeezing my hips. "I want you to set the pace. I want you to feel how deep you take me... and I want to watch you do it."

A sudden, thrilling heat rushed straight between my thighs at his words.