siege to your borders, scaled your walls, and planted my sword into the queen’s heart.”
“That’s a horrible analogy!” I snorted, and he smiled wickedly.
“I took your virgin lands and claimed them for my own. I set your borders on fire and battered past the wall no other had penetrated before me, woman. Tell me I didn’t.” he challenged, fire smoldering in his stare.
Peering up the cliff, Knox checked his men’s status and location, still making their way to the top. My fingers slid over the rigid muscles on his neck, and I tensed, knowing I was losing the fight I held over my control as his scent continued to slither through me. Knox’s attention swung back to me as my hands continued their slow perusal of his muscles.
When he opened his mouth to speak, I lost the fight, pulling him against mine. I ravished his lips, pushing my tongue past them the moment he allowed it. I moaned huskily against his lips as he returned the kiss. Lifting his hand to my neck, he tilted my face to permit better access as his tongue moved against mine.
It was a demanding kiss—the type of kiss you never wanted to end. When Knox finally pulled his mouth from mine, he searched my expression before our eyes locked.
“How’s that battle going, Aria?” he whispered thickly, pulling me tighter to his hard arousal that I rubbed against, rocking my hips as an orgasm threatened to consume me. “Yeah, I’m about to fuck you like a castle in which I’m setting siege. I am going to pound against your defenses, set fire to your bailey, and then I’m going to plunder every ounce of pleasure you have while pillaging until you beg for mercy, of which you know I have none. You’re not out of my coverage area. You’re mine, and if you’re not careful, you’re about to snap what little control I have.”
“You don’t lose control, bastard,” I pointed out, hating that I couldn’t put distance between us while tied to him. My arms around his neck left his lips too close to have control over my brain.
His laughter was dark as he studied my face, peering lower at my erect nipples. He grumbled in irritation, finding hard pebbles begging that he taste them. Ignoring their plea, Knox lowered his hands to my legs and fixed my dress’s skirt to assure it didn’t hinder his climb.
Sliding his hands between the ropes and my dress bunched between my legs, he freed the fabric but kept his hands in place. Rubbing his thumb along the inside of my thigh, he forced my eyes to his, and we stared intently at one another. Then, slowly, he pushed his fingertips against my sex, finding the swollen nub with ease, as if he had some direct link to its location and how to work it perfectly.
“Everyone loses control, Aria. Your scent would make a saint sin. If I were you, I’d fight harder to conceal it because everything within me is demanding I bury my cock into your tight cunt, and mark it with my scent so that no one else tries to touch you. So, be a good girl and hold on tight so I can get us up this cliff and satisfy that need.”
“This climb is suicide, and you know it,” I whispered, fighting the urge to call him out, to see if he would lose control. I was sick and tired of being the only one with control issues.
“Who the fuck climbed down the cliff in the first place?” he asked, grabbing my legs as he stepped back, preparing to jump to the first set of outcropping rocks.
“Who’s the idiot that followed me over the edge?” I stammered, shivering when his scent assaulted me as if he were purposely projecting it to fuck with me.
“I did. If I hadn’t, you’d be dead right now.”
“You don’t know that. I could have saved myself; you know?” That was a lie, and we both knew it. Had Knox not stopped me from jumping off that last edge, I’d have fallen to my death. Not to mention that he’d given me air in the water funnel, preventing me from drowning, and he saved me from impaling myself on all the rocks in the rapids. But who was counting?
“You’d have fucking died, and we both know it. You’d have never made it to that cliff alive in the first place. I should spank your ass to punish you, but you’d enjoy