Piercing Hatred | ✔️

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~Flora's POV~

I happily knocked on Knox's front door the next day after work, brushing my fingers through my short hair while I waited.

The door suddenly opened and I dropped my hand to my side, a smile growing on my lips when Knox grabbed my wrist gently to pull me inside. I slid an arm around his waist as the door gently shut behind me, peering up at him. "Finally decide to come see me?" Knox hummed, lips tilting up playfully.

"Mhm. Figured I'd put you out of your misery." I teased, causing him to raise a brow. "What do you mean by that, exactly?" He responded, watching my face when I pushed him backwards gently until we bumped the back of the couch. "Just that I'm glad you apparently wanted to see me as much as I wanted to see you." I answered, feeling his arm wind around my waist and his fingers curl into my side gently.

"Is it okay if I stay the night, or would you prefer having your bed to yourself?" I asked, cocking a brow up at him. He slid his hands down my waist and gripped beneath my thighs, hoisting me up so my legs were around his hips while I grasped at his biceps. "You know I don't mind having you in my bed, as long as you don't mind me spending a little time between these thighs while you're there, doll face." He murmured, carrying me down the hallway towards his bedroom. I felt a ripple of heat shoot through me, making my fingers clench tighter at his muscles.

He chuckled as if he knew the affect his words had on me and gently kicked open his bedroom door, nipping at my bottom lip. "I'm going to take that look in your eyes as your way of saying yes." He said, and I gave a weak nod of my head as I leaned my chest into him and fluttered my eyes shut. "Yes." I whispered in affirmation.

Once the words left my lips, Knox lowered me into his bed, his large frame pressing against me in a way that made me shiver under him. I clutched at his arms when he grasped my hips and wedged himself between them, one hand sliding along my inner thighs. He kissed me gently and I pulled him closer, not minding when he pushed the fabric of my skirt up to expose my underwear. "Touch me." I moaned against his lips when he brushed his fingers along the band of my panties.

I felt him hook his finger beneath the fabric and shuddered as he tugged at it, letting him nip along my neck when I lulled my head back into his pillows. He hummed against my skin and licked a stripe up to my earlobe, a slight smirk tugging onto his lips when a finger slid between my folds, teasingly brushing against my clit. "Here, doll?" He asked in a sensual hum, earning a soft gasp as I dug my nails into his biceps and tried to spread my thighs wider for him.

"Yes. Yes, please." I responded breathlessly, feeling him tug my underwear down before it was tossed to the side. His fingers stroked gently along my folds, heat building between my thighs in a way that had my hips shifting needily. "God, you get wet so easily for me." He groaned.

A moan tumbled from my throat and I bucked against his fingers, heat creeping up my neck into my cheeks. I felt his other hand push up the bottom of my shirt, goosebumps rising on my flesh as he removed his fingers from between my folds to tug off his shirt and throw it to the floor. Watching him through hooded eyes as he stripped down to his boxers, I didn't hesitate or turn away when he leaned over to peel my shirt off as well.

"Fuck," Knox cursed huskily when I wrapped my legs around his hips as he leaned over me again, pulling him into me. I gripped at his hips and moaned when I felt the brush of his erection push against me, rolling my hips up against him in desperation.

My fingers trailed up his back and he pressed his hips into me more, grinding his cock into my bare core. I exhaled shakily and moaned as his teeth nipped at my neck, down to my collarbone.

The two of us were breathing heavily and I whimpered as he ground his underwear clad hips into me again, my wetness dampening the front of the fabric when they pushed against me. I knew he felt it when he growled lowly in his chest, his dark eyes flicking down to where he was pressed between my thighs, gripping my thighs.