"Fuck, I missed you so much. I didn't think I could ever miss someone so bad that I could barely breathe every day," Knight muttered, his nose buried against Genesis's neck as he inhaled her like she was air. Her legs locked around his waist, her back pressed to the wall, her hand clutching his neck as if either of them might vanish at any second.
He'd missed her to the point of madness—to the point where every breath without her felt like drowning.
"S…s… stop. Miss you," Genesis whispered, her voice soft and uneven. The fragile sound shot straight through him, shivering down his spine and making his cock strain hard against his slacks.
A low moan rumbled from his chest as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along her throat. She squirmed, embarrassed—she hadn't showered after training, her skin still damp with sweat, streaked faintly with blood. But it didn't matter. If anything, it only sharpened his hunger.
"God, you sound so sexy. You're perfect. Even your voice gets me revved the fuck up," he groaned, grinding his hardness against her. Genesis's stomach fluttered with butterflies, her cheeks heating. It had been nearly a month since he'd touched her—really touched her—and her body was screaming for it.
"When did you make your first sound?" Knight asked suddenly, pulling back just enough to look into her face. His hand rose, brushing over the fresh bruise forming on her jaw, careful but aching to soothe.
Genesis's breath hitched. Speaking was still new, still fragile. The words lived in her head, full sentences clear and sharp—but shaping them into sound, into something he could hear, that was the hard part.
"D… day… you…" she began, faltering. His eyes lit up instantly, wild with giddy pride just to hear her. His cock jerked in response.
"Left," she finished, voice trembling.
Knight nodded slowly, swallowing hard. "What was the word you said?"
Her cheeks flushed pink. She looked away, but his hand tilted her chin back toward him.
"Tell me."
Silence stretched—until at last she murmured, "Name."
His brow furrowed. "Name?" And then it hit him, ugly jealousy clawing up his throat. His jaw tightened, his chest rising and falling unevenly as he fought to stay calm, to not let her see the storm raging inside him.
"So whose name?" His voice was light, too light, the strain beneath it obvious. Genesis knew. She saw right through him.
Her lips twitched with mischief. She bit down on them, teasing him, enjoying the way his jaw ticked and his grip on her thighs tightened.
"Name," she whispered again, lashes lowering, lips swollen from his kisses.
His voice dropped, gravel rough. "Whose fucking name, princess?"
Her mouth curved in a tiny smirk. She knew what he was, what lived inside him. Knew that if she whispered another man's name, blood would paint the walls before morning. And still—she wanted to see it, to summon the monster who belonged only to her.
She leaned close, lips brushing his ear. "Yours…" she breathed.
He froze, every muscle taut—then a shaky, feral laugh tore from him, half relief, half hunger. His forehead pressed to hers, breath mingling hot between them.
"You cruel little thing," he growled. "Teasing me like that… do you like seeing me jealous? Hm?"
Her eyes glittered with wicked heat. She didn't answer—couldn't, not fast enough—but he saw it anyway.
Knight's pupils blew wide. "Fuck, you drive me insane." His voice dipped darker, sharper. "Fifteen years, princess. Fifteen years of silence—and the first word you give me is my name? Do you even know what that does to me?"
Her fingers ghosted up his chest, brushing the scar over his heart. He shuddered beneath her touch.
"It makes me want to lock you away," he rasped. "Keep you caged so no one else ever hears your voice. Makes me want to fuck you until the only thing you can say is my name—over and over, until it burns in your throat."
Her thighs clenched around his waist, heat flooding her body. A small sound slipped from her lips—half gasp, half moan. Knight's control shattered.
"Holy….." he groaned, grinding into her harder, his cock throbbing against her. "That sound… fuck, say it again. Say my name again."
Her lips parted, trembling. "Kieran…"
He hissed, eyes going black. "Good girl. That's it. That's the only name that belongs in that sweet mouth."
His hand slid from her jaw to her throat, not squeezing—just holding, claiming. His thumb stroked her pulse while his mouth brushed her ear.
"Tell me, princess," he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "Do you want your jealous, fucked-up husband to remind you who you belong to? Hm? Or should I make you scream my name until you can't walk tomorrow?"
Genesis's breath hitched, her nails digging into his shoulders as his grip on her throat firmed just enough to make her pulse throb against his thumb.
"Show.…me" she whispered again, her voice trembling but sure this time.
His eyes snapped shut, like the sound alone was enough to wreck him. When they opened, they were wild. Hungry. Possessive.
"Fuck, you don't even know what you do to me," he rasped, hips grinding harder, and she felt the wetness pooling inside her. "I've killed men for less, what do you think I'll do if you ever say someone else's name?"
Her lips parted, a soft whimper spilling out, and Knight snapped.
He pulled back just far enough to meet her eyes, his breath ragged. "Say it again. I want to hear it ."
Her cheeks burned, her voice almost breaking. "…Kieran."
"Again."
"Kieran…"
He growled, low and animalistic, his forehead slamming gently to hers. "Goddamn it, princess, I'll fuck you right here, against this wall, blood, sweat, bruises and all. You're mine. You hear me? Mine."
Her thighs squeezed around his waist in answer, her hands gripping his neck like she'd fall if she let go.
That was all he needed.
Knight tore at his belt with one hand, the other locking her in place like a vice. His mouth was everywhere, her jaw, her throat, the hollow of her collarbone—each kiss more desperate, more bruising than the last.
"You wanted your lunatic, baby?" he panted against her skin, yanking the barrier of fabric aside like it was in his way, his chest heaving. "Then don't beg me to stop when I lose my fucking mind inside you."
She shook her head quickly, her own breath sharp and shaky. "N-never… stop."
With a guttural moan, he tore away the flimsy fabric covering her pussy and stared down at her entrance, his tongue darting over his lips like a man dying of thirst who'd finally found water. He pressed his tip against her, breathing deep, and after claiming her mouth with a fierce kiss, he surged forward inside her, pinning her harder against the wall.
Genesis gasped. It had been so long, and the sudden fullness made her eyes sting with tears—half pain, half pleasure.
Their foreheads rested together as he stilled, giving her time to adjust to his girth. When she finally rolled her hips in a needy grind, signaling for him to move, he chuckled low.
"My pleasure," Knight murmured. He drew back until only his tip remained, locking eyes with her.
"I love you," he whispered.
The words broke something inside her. Tears slid freely down her cheeks.
"Love you too," she breathed—her voice clearer this time. That was all it took.
Knight slammed back into her, burying himself to the hilt. Her cry split the air, raw and desperate. His hips pounded into hers with a rhythm that dragged her voice higher, until she was crying his name again. And again. And again.
Knight's laugh was ragged, wicked. "That's it, princess… louder. Let the whole academy know you only found your voice so you could scream for me."