“Does my little doll want to taste me as bad as I wanted to taste her?” he purrs, that hand trailing down my neck and across my collarbone. He lowers his lips there, licking the small divot with a deep groan. “I’m gonna mark you right fucking here … gonna mark you all over in ways not even your nightmares could comprehend, my Little London.”
A shaky breath pushes past my lips, and when my legs fall open farther, Knight’s eyes slice right where I want him most. His tongue flicks along the tip of his teeth and I swear, they’re sharper than I remember, but I don’t have time to wonder if I’m right because in my next breath, his long fingers are plunging inside me.
“Fuck,” I croak.
“Don’t worry. I’m about to.” He shoves deeper, twisting his wrist so his thumb is applying pressure to the ring of muscle no one has ever pushed past before, and I cry out.
Knight dips down, cutting off the sound with a crash of his lips on mine.
We moan together, and when my hips lift to wrap around him, he lowers his body, tearing his hand free and grinding his length against me, his zipper cutting into my soft skin. I welcome the sting, rolling my hips against his and he growls, tearing away. He shoves my legs from his body, lifting onto his knees.
“Up,” Knight snaps, hands working on his belt and jeans, allowing them to fall around his muscular thighs.
I scramble in the bed, staring as he slides backward a bit to make room for me, and when he reaches forward with those long arms, his palm locking tight around the back of my neck, I know what he wants.
I shift onto all fours and crawl the short distance to him, transfixed as his hands dip inside his briefs. He frees himself, squeezing around the base of his cock.
Like I knew he would be, he’s long and thick and with a perfect little curve from base to tip.
He jerks himself once, and my tongue presses at my top lip, rolling, eager to swipe along the glistening spot now staring back at me.
“Take me,” he demands, a roughness to his tone that has my nipples sharpening into painful peaks. “Show me how good you can be for me.”
He doesn’t wait for me to lower, but pushes my head down, and I open eagerly, sealing my lips around the tip, licking the pre-cum clean.
“Mmm,” he moans, fist tightening in my hair as he presses at my mouth, forcing himself deeper.
He slides inside and I relax, opening my throat further to take him deeper. I gag around him, but I don’t stop. I suck him hard, my tongue swirling around as I bob up and down, his cum touching the back of my throat.
My eyes roll back as another hint of his savory flavor coats my tongue and my pussy aches.
“Mouth made of satin,” he groans, hips bumping slightly as he guides me by my hair. “Bet your pussy’s soft as velvet.”
His mouth sends another shot of desire down my spine, and I tremble, one hand diving between my legs to ease the ache there, but Knight growls, yanking my hair until my scalp stings. The pain morphs to a pulse and our eyes meet.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” he growls.
“Did I say you could come into my room?” I counter, lifting a brow and licking him from my lips.
His eyes flash and then I’m in his arms, lifted and tossed back down.
He drops between my legs, and I think his tongue is going back to work on me, but then he tears off my panties. I look down and desire ripples through me.
He’s gone straight carnal, pupils blown wide as he crawls up my body like a fucking tiger, slow and steady with his eyes on his next meal, my thong hanging from his teeth.
It’s so fucking hot that I can feel the moisture build between my legs.
I’m dripping, so ready for him.
Only once he’s right above me does he let the underwear fall from his teeth.
His cock finds my entrance without any guidance, and with our gazes locked, he shoves inside me.
Eighteen
Knight
I was fucking right. She’s a fitted glove of the most exquisite velvet money can’t buy. She’s so fucking tight and soft and warm.
So fucking mine.
Tonight. She’s mine tonight and tonight only because I like to share.
I will share.
Heat ripples down my spine at the thought, but I focus on the dick-dazed girl beneath me. She looks so good there, like a perfect fucking fit.
I swear, little reams of silver light up the edges of her eyes, but when I blink, they’re gone and I pull back, slowly shoving inside her again, each time a little harder. A little deeper, and when her legs come up to lock around me, I take that as my cue to fuck her raw.
“I want you to bleed for me. I want you sore and aching.” I pump in and out of her, my hips slapping against hers with loud thwacks. “I want you thinking of me with every step you take.”
She pulls her knees back, throwing them over my shoulders with a Cheshire grin, and something rumbles deep in my chest.
I lean forward, gripping her headboard, and I don’t hold back. I fuck her until she’s screaming, quickly throwing a barrier up around us to keep her little fucking friend from bursting in. Normally, I wouldn’t care, I’d want him to hear, to walk in and watch my cock own her, but I’m burning up from the inside out, boiling with this internal need like never before to claim. To take.
To fucking own.
If someone interrupts, they’d be dead before their mouth opens. Period.
“I can feel you in my stomach,” she gasps, clawing at the sheets beneath her, so I take her hands and put them where she wants. The heat of her palms slides beneath my shirt and a tingling sensation zips down my fucking spine. She tugs on the thick cotton, and I let her tear it over my head and toss it to the side. She smirks, nails grazing over my abs and leaving tiny trails on their way up to my shoulders.
She grabs hold, hauling herself up a little, that talented tongue sweeping along the center of my chest.
I hiss, my fingers digging into her ass cheeks. I shift and drop back, bring her down on top of me, her legs instantly weaving behind my back.
Her head falls back, eyes rolling as I sink even deeper. “Good fucking god, Knight.”
“Monster.”
“Hmm?” She grips my hair, tugging my face to her chest and I oblige, lowering to tear her tits free.
“I’m a monster, Little London. No god could challenge me.” I grip her hips and she takes over, dancing on my dick like she’s the prized dancer of the fucking Paris Opera Ballet. She rides smooth and effortless and like she was meant to sit right here for all eternity, right on my aching, angry cock.
“What kind of monster are you, Knight?”
The way the syllables of my name roll around her tongue has my head spinning.
My balls grow tight, my muscles flex, and I growl into her flesh, pulling her nipple between my lips and sucking hard.
I’m not her anything and she’s my nothing, so why does my blood pump ten times fucking faster when those words work their way down my spine?
Her skin is flush and thick with sweat, and when she drops her head back, her neck teases me. It tempts me in the worst fucking way.
I want to let my teeth loose and watch as panic bleeds into her eyes and she scurries up the mattress, desperate to flee but with no escape. It would only take a little nudge; a tiny push to dip beneath that fear and find that fire I see in her. It’s there, buried beneath the frost, iced over the parts of her from me. She would soon beg for my bite, and I would fucking give her what she wanted.