"Ugh, ahh," Genesis moaned, her voice low and raspy, breaking along the way. Her hand gripped the headboard so hard her knuckles whitened as Knight slammed into her from behind. Her body arched, his hand gripping her waist, pink bruises already forming where he held her, since they had been going at it for hours.
Genesis's pert breasts jiggled with every thrust. Tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping onto the bed from the mind-boggling pleasure that rocked her core.
"Mine," Knight growled. He leaned forward, wrapping his hand around her throat and yanking her up until her back was pressed flush against his chest.
One hand stayed on her neck while the other held her waist still as he drove into her, deeper, harder.
Thrust.
Thrust.
The sound of skin slapping skin filled the air, joined by the unmistakable wet, squelching rhythm of each brutal thrust.
"Tell me you missed me again, princess," he said, his voice barely recognizable. His hand traced circles over her throat, sending shivers down her spine—the good kind, because she knew he would never truly hurt her.
Genesis could barely breathe, his grip making every gasp come out shaky, broken. Her walls clenched tight around him, and Knight snarled into her ear, slamming harder, harder, until the bedframe creaked and slammed against the wall loud enough that anyone passing by would know exactly what they were doing.
"Say it," he demanded, his teeth scraping the shell of her ear. "Say you fucking missed me."
She had said it before, but Knight didn't care. He wanted it again—word for word—as if it belonged to him. Not because he forgot, but because once was never enough.
Her lips trembled, tears mixing with sweat on her cheeks. "M… missed you," she whimpered, her voice cracking.
Knight's chest rumbled with a dark laugh, and he bit down on her shoulder hard enough to make her cry out. "Again."
"I… missed you!" she moaned, arching against him, her breasts bouncing with each brutal thrust.
"That's right," he growled, dragging his tongue up her neck. His hand tightened just enough to remind her who she belonged to, while the other gripped her hip so hard she'd be bruised for days. "Two weeks without you, princess, and I almost lost my fucking mind. I'm never letting you out of my sight again."
Her voice cracked, desperate, needy. "P…please don't… leave."
Before she could finish, Knight slammed deep and held her there, grinding against her spot until her body went rigid and her cry tore through the room. He watched her unravel, his breath hot against her ear, eyes dark with obsession.
"Mine," he whispered again, kissing the tears from her cheeks while still driving into her, tirelessly, like he'd never get enough.
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"Saoku tells me you're the best student she's ever had," Knight said as he rubbed the soap over Genesis's breasts, caressing them before pinching her nipples between his fingers, drawing out a cry he wanted to hear again and again.
Months of wanting to hear her voice, and now he could—he couldn't get enough of it. She sounded so damn sexy.
"I think I'm also in love with your voice," he confessed, his hand sliding down to her stomach, his finger tracing the edge of her pussy. She gasped and turned to face him, forcing his hand to move away.
"You… are?" she asked, tilting her head. Her voice was low, uncertain, but laced with a husky sweetness she didn't even realize she had. The sound rolled over him like silk—fragile but dangerous—the kind of voice that made every word feel like a secret meant only for him.
Knight's eyes darkened instantly. "Fuck, yes I am," he muttered, his thumb brushing along her bottom lip, watching it tremble under the weight of her own question. "Your voice, princess… it's soft, but it drags me under. You don't even hear it, do you? The way you sound… every broken word feels like you're moaning straight into my veins."
Her cheeks warmed, and she bit her lip nervously. She hadn't thought about it that way—she still stumbled, still hesitated, still fought to push sounds out of a throat that had been silent for fifteen years. Yet to him, she sounded like temptation itself.
"Don't… tease," she whispered, her voice raspy, thin, but laced with something sharp like even a single word from her could cut.
Knight's hand slid back down, cupping her thigh and dragging it over his lap so she straddled him in the bath. Water sloshed around them, his breath heavy against her mouth. "Tease? No, baby. I'm worshiping."
His lips brushed her ear as he spoke, his voice dropping to a feral murmur. "You don't get it. I'd kill to keep this voice mine. You give me half a sentence, I'll take it like it's scripture. You say my name, I'll lose my fucking mind."
Her lashes fluttered, heart racing as his hands roamed over her slick skin. She swallowed, throat aching with the effort, but she wanted to give him something—because the way he looked at her, the way he shook just from the sound of her… it made her feel powerful.
She leaned closer, lips grazing his ear. "Knight…" she breathed, her voice a shaky whisper but laced with heat.
He froze. His cock twitched beneath the water, his grip on her hips tightening until she gasped. A guttural groan tore from his chest. "Goddamn it, princess." His forehead pressed to hers, shaking with need. "Say it again. Please."
Her mouth curved into a tiny, knowing smile, her voice softer this time, trembling like it cost her everything. "Knight."
Knight's head snapped back, his laugh low and broken. "Fuck, you're going to ruin me." His mouth crashed to hers, desperate, drowning in her, while his hands dragged her down against him beneath the water, making her gasp again, this time not from effort, but from pure, dizzying pleasure.
An hour later, after another round, Knight leaned back, securing the knuckle wrap tightly around his hand.
"Okay," he drawled, his tone laced with playful challenge. "Why don't you show me why my favorite instructor—the one tough as nails—suddenly called you her best student? That title was always mine." He turned, one brow arched in mock offense.
Genesis was already in position, a small smile tugging at her lips. Excitement buzzed through her veins, itching to prove herself. "Not anymore," she countered, her voice steady but teasing.
Knight's smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with anticipation. "Hmm, is that so? Alright, princess—show me what you've got."