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...