Chapter 74: Don’t Stop

NORA’S POV

"Look at this," Knox purred with a low, wicked smirk as his fingers traced the damp, soaked edge of the lace. "You’re so wet for me, Nora."

My face burned in hot embarrassment, but I couldn’t deny it. I nodded frantically against the pillows, my hands gripping the tangled bedsheets.

Knox hooked his long finger under the elastic edge of my panties, smoothly shifting the damp cotton fabric to one side, completely baring my slick heat to his touch.

The second his bare fingers brushed over my swollen, sensitive folds, I cried out, my head tossing back against the mattress.

He didn’t hesitate.

His calloused thumb found the most sensitive, aching core of me, beginning a slow, maddening circle over my clit.

"Knox!" I moaned his name loudly in the shadowed room.

He maintained the devastating, dual assault. His left hand squeezed and teased my bare breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, while his right hand established a ruthless rhythm between my thighs.

The slick, wet friction of his thumb circling my clit was pure torture in the most exquisite way possible. The pleasure was building dangerously fast, winding tighter and tighter in my lower abdomen like a coiled spring ready to snap.

I couldn’t handle the distance between our mouths anymore. I reached up, my hands gripping his broad, muscular shoulders, and pulled him down toward me.

"Kiss me," I begged breathlessly. "Please, Knox... kiss me."

Knox slid his heavy frame up my body, crashing his mouth down on mine to swallow my desperate cries.

The moment my lips parted on a ragged gasp, his hot, demanding tongue slid inside. I opened up completely, surrendering all control as our tongues tangled in a bruising, hungry rhythm.

I was entirely lost in the taste of him... the mint, the cedar, and the dark, consuming heat radiating from his skin.

Just as I melted into the kiss, Knox pushed one long, thick finger deep inside me.

I screamed into his mouth, my back bowing off the mattress at the sudden, overwhelming stretch.

Instantly, Knox froze.

He kept his hand perfectly still inside my heat, giving my body a second to adjust to his thickness. He pulled back just enough to break the kiss, his breathing ragged as his eyes searched my flushed face in the moonlight.

"You good, Bookworm?" Knox rasped, his thumb resting gently against my clit without moving.

"Yes," I gasped out, my fingers tightening frantically in his dark curls to pull his mouth back down. "Yes... please, Knox. Don’t stop."

A dark, possessive sound rumbled deep in his chest.

His mouth crashed back onto mine.

His finger thrust deep in and out of my wetness while his thumb resumed that merciless, circular pressure over my clit.

I arched helplessly into his hand, completely abandoning every remaining shred of self-control. The fullness of him inside me, combined with the slick, continuous friction against my clit, created a total sensory overload.

The heat was a roaring inferno in my veins.

Every thrust of his finger, every scrape of his thumb, every deep, claiming kiss pushed me higher and higher toward the edge.

I was completely untethered, drowning in the blinding pleasure he was drawing out of me and the desperate, shameless sounds tearing from my own throat.

Knox knew exactly what he was doing. He angled his hand slightly, hitting a sensitive spot deep inside me that sent a violent shockwave through my entire body, making my hips jerk wildly against his palm.

A broken sob escaped my lips, instantly swallowed by his demanding mouth.

Knox groaned in response, grinding his hips down, pressing the hard, heavy ridge of his length firmly against the juncture of my thighs to give me the exact friction I was silently craving.

"That’s it, Nora," Knox murmured roughly against my lips as he quickened his pace. "Let go for me. Come for me."

His thumb rubbed harder and faster over my clit, turning completely merciless.

I couldn’t catch my breath, my mind fracturing into a million glittering pieces as the sheer, blinding intensity of his touch took over.

My body began tensing, every muscle locking up as I rapidly crested the peak. I shut my eyes tight, my fingernails digging half-moons into the hard muscle of his back.

The pleasure was a massive tidal wave, ready to pull me under into an explosive release...

And then, right as I teetered on the edge, a strange, high-pitched noise pierced through the heavy fog of arousal.

Like a ringing.

It started low and distant, like it was coming from underwater. I tried to ignore it, tightening my grip on Knox, chasing the climax that was mere seconds away.

But the noise didn’t stop. It grew louder, shriller, drilling directly into my eardrums with an annoying, rhythmic persistence.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

GASP!

My eyes snapped open, my lungs completely empty as I choked on a desperate breath of air.

Harsh, blinding morning sunlight assaulted my vision.

For a disoriented, heart-pounding second, I could still feel him... his heavy weight, his deep voice, and the scorching heat of his body pressed over mine.

Then, as I blinked rapidly against the light, all I saw was the white acoustic ceiling tiles of my dorm room.

I lay there, completely paralyzed.

There was no Knox.

There was no cedar and ice, no broad shoulders hovering over me, and no heavy weight pinning me to the mattress.

I wasn’t bare from the waist up; I was wearing my oversized, faded gray sleep t-shirt.

There was no finger buried inside me, and no thumb ruthlessly circling my clit.

The blaring noise was my alarm clock, screaming from the nightstand right next to my head: 7:00 AM.

I reached out with a violently trembling hand, slamming my palm down on the snooze button.

The sudden silence in the room was deafening.

I sat up slowly, my heart hammering against my ribs like a jackhammer. My breathing was ragged and shallow as I looked around the room, feeling completely disoriented.

Across the room, Priya was still fast asleep in her bed, buried under a mountain of blankets.

The dorm door was deadbolted shut.

My jeans were folded neatly over my desk chair, exactly where I had left them the night before.

I reached into my backpack sitting on the floor, pulling out my reading glasses. They had been in my bag the entire time. Knox had never come to the door.

I dropped my head into my hands, my entire body shaking.

Even though Knox wasn’t there, even though my clothes were completely intact, my body was humming with the phantom, burning echoes of his touch. I could still feel the heavy, throbbing ache low in my stomach.

I shifted my legs slightly on the mattress, a hot, furious blush instantly crawling up my neck to my ears as I felt the distinct, undeniable wetness soaking the cotton of my panties.

I stared blankly at the far wall, my mind frantically scrambling to separate the vivid, intoxicating heat of the last ten minutes from the cold, harsh reality of the morning.

Was that a fucking dream?