Page 49 of Knight
I arched beneath him, meeting each thrust, desperate for more.“Harder,” I begged again.“Please, fuck me harder!”
Knight growled low in this throat, a primal sound that sent shivers down my spine.He gripped my thigh, hooking it higher around his waist to change the angle.The new position had his cock dragging perfectly against my clit, giving me just enough friction to send me off like a bottle rocket.
“Ahh!Yes!”
His hand covered my mouth as he rode me harder and faster, muffling my cries.“That’s it, baby.I know you need my cock.Need to fuckin’ come.Don’t you?”
I nodded frantically.
“Wanna feel you come around my cock,” Knight demanded, his voice rough and harsh.“Do it, little flower.Let that little pussy squeeze me dry.”
His words, with the relentless pressure on my clit, sent me flying over the edge.I came hard, my back arching off the bed as pleasure crashed through me in waves.Knight kept his hand over my mouth, and too late I remembered I was supposed to be quiet.I’d have laughed if I’d been in a different position.
Despite forgetting my surroundings, my body decided it simply did not give a fuck.I came with tremendous force.My whole body seized and I couldn’t even breathe.When I finally sucked in a breath, it was to let loose a scream behind Knight’s hand.
“Holy fuck!”He groaned long and loud as he emptied himself inside me.Neither of us moved for a long while, both struggling to catch our breath.Sweat cooled my skin as a soft breeze from an open window wafted over us.
Afterward, we lay tangled in the sheets.I rested my head on his chest, reveling in the ability to let him hold me.And to hold him.Moonlight filtered through the blinds, painting silver stripes across our bare skin.
“Feels like a lifetime, and yet I can’t remember a time when you weren’t constantly in my thoughts.”
He tightened his arm around me and pressed a kiss to my hair.“Thoughts of you kept me sane.Have a feeling you’ll always be the one grounding me.”
I nestled back against him, feeling sleep tugging at me.Knight pulled the blanket up over us both, cocooning us in warmth.
“Sleep, little flower,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead.“I’ve got you.You’re both mine and I’m not letting you go.”
“Love you, Knight.”
“I love you too, Lavender.”
As I drifted off, I realized the fear that had been my constant companion for so long, the terror of losing Brynn, of facing life’s battles alone, had finally begun to recede.In its place, peace filled the depths of my soul.
I closed my eyes and let myself believe that maybe some stories really do get happy endings.
