EMBER’S POV

I nod desperately.

“Liar.” He pumps into me slowly, his thumb circling my clit with featherlight pressure that’s nowhere near enough. “You’re never quiet. It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

“For goddess sake, Knox, please—”

“Please what?” He’s smiling now, the bastard. Enjoying this. “Use your words.”

“More. I need more.”

He gives me a third finger and I have to slap my hand over my mouth to muffle the sound that escapes.

He’s stretching me so good, fucking me with his hand while his thumb works my clit in lazy circles, and I can feel myself dripping onto the counter.

“Look at you,” he murmurs,...