Page 66 of The Last Knight

She couldn’t resist. Her hips began to move with his rhythm, welcoming the way he slid his fingers deeper inside her, his thumb circling just right, in sync with the rising waves of sensation building low in her belly.

Her hands clutched the sheets as the tension inside her snapped. The climax hit hard, stealing her breath and trembling through every inch of her body. She cried out against his shoulder, her voice muffled by his skin as she shattered in his arms, undone by his touch.

Gunther’s heavy breathing fanned her skin as he turned her to lay flat, then climbed over her. His gaze delved into hers. “You are mine.”

“I am yours,” Aubrey replied, barely able to speak, aching for him all over again. She reached down between them. He groaned when her fingers closed around him.

She guided him to her, running the tip through her slick heat, teasing them both with slow glides. Each stroke sent sparks through her body, and the deep, throaty sounds that escaped him told her he felt it just as intensely.

Her body was on fire, wanting, waiting, desperate, and when he finally entered her, inch by inch, she felt every slow, delicious stretch. He withdrew slightly, then drove back in, deeper this time, his movements steady and purposeful.

She gasped, overwhelmed by the sudden surge of sensation. A second release teased her edges, her body rising eagerly to meet his. She had never felt this way before, like her skin, her blood, her entire being had awakened in his arms.

Her hands slid down his back, fingers tracing the rippling lines of muscle. He was power and grace, every thrust precise, every movement designed to unravel her. His mouth found hers again, kissing, teasing, nipping, each sending sparks to her toes.

Then he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, the angle changing, intensifying. His pace quickened, deep and relentless, and Aubrey could do nothing but surrender to the wildfire building inside her.

She shattered again, crying out his name as the world fell away. He stayed with her through it, still moving within her, until at last he let out a deep, guttural moan.

His body tensed, every muscle taut, before he spilled into her with powerful, pulsing waves that shook him to the core.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Only the sound of their breathing filled the room, fast and ragged, their bodies slick with heat and sweat.

And just when she thought it was over, when her limbs felt like silk and her heart couldn’t beat any faster, Gunther slid his hand between them once more. His fingers stroked her with a slow, steady rhythm, relentless and tender, until she arched again with a soft cry, fell over the edge one last time.

They collapsed side by side, breathless and entwined, the bedsheets tangled around them. Aubrey blinked up at the ceiling, still catching her breath, her chest rising and falling in sync with his beside her.

She turned her head, meeting his gaze, and in his expression, she saw everything she needed to know.

She was his. And he was very much hers.

“Ohmygod,” Aubrey said running the words together. “Your shoulder. I forgot.”

He turned to look at her, lips parted as he breathed. “I am not hurt.” He sat up and pulled the blankets up to cover them.

Her entire body feeling like jelly, Aubrey snuggled against him and put her head on his chest. “I can’t believe it. This was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

His chuckle rumbled under her ear. “I am flattered.”

She lifted her head and gave him a playful smirk. “You should be.”