Page 84 of Knight’s Dominion

"What? How?"

He shrugged his massive shoulders. “Knight business."

“Really? And what business is that?” Though she knew exactly what it was. Lust flowed from Chaos to her in a relentless ebb and flow of intoxicating waves, building ever higher.

He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "I'm going to give you what you want, what we both want. What I wanted to do to you last night." He lifted his head and held her gaze. “That little performance. You wanted me to lose control, yes?"

She swallowed hard. She’d told herself she could turn him on, then turn him down, like he had her. It was utter bullshit. She wanted him so badly that she trembled. “Maybe.”

"You got your wish."

Then her hand was engulfed in his and he was leading her through the club and out the back to the internal stairs that would take them to her apartment. His long legs took the steps two at a time, forcing her to scramble beside him. Before she could pull her key from her back pocket, he lifted a hand and used his powers to unlock the door.

It shut behind them with a bang, and he turned, gripped her hips, lifted her off the ground, and slammed her against the door. His mouth came down on hers, hot and hungry a second later, his tongue sliding against hers, his erection between her thighs, grinding hard.

She wrenched her head to the side. "We shouldn't do this.” As much as she wanted him, she knew everything would change if they did this now. Everything.

Pinned to the door by the hips, she had nowhere to go, and he didn't back off. She didn't think he even heard her, until he pulled back with a growl and stared down at her.

"You're lying to yourself if you think either of us can walk away now." He did some more grinding and she groaned. "Am I wrong?"

She didn't want to think about it, didn’t want to talk anymore, didn't want to admit how much she wanted this, not to him, not to herself. So she stopped protesting, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him back down, kissing him, hard.

Gripping her ass, he carried her to the bed and threw her on it. He came down on top of her, covering her with his body. His mouth came back to hers, opening wide, forcing hers to do the same, his head tilting to the side, fucking her mouth with his, owning it.

“You wanted me to tear those pretty little panties off, didn’t you, Grace? Knew that would be all I could think about when I saw them.” One large, hot hand moved down between their bodies and he worked the zipper on her jeans, shoving them down her legs and off, tossing them to the floor.

He flipped her onto her stomach and jerked up her hips so she was on her knees, face in the blankets. He covered her sheer lilac underwear with his hand, his rough and calloused fingers snagging on the delicate fabric as he pressed two fingers against her swollen clit with a hiss. “Drenched, like I knew you would be. Gonna eat that wet pussy now," he growled, then tore the panties from her body and flung them aside. "Spread nice and wide for me.”

She didn't try to fight it, didn’t want to. She spread her knees wider, offering herself up to him. Right then he could have done whatever he wanted to her and she wouldn't have protested.

His shaved head prickled her skin a second before his hot mouth covered her pussy and his tongue slid over her clit. She arched her back, lifting her ass higher, seeking more, and he gave it to her, working her sensitive flesh until she was writhing and begging.

She came hard against his mouth, fisting the sheets as deep, rumbling groans vibrated through her, making it that much more intense.

He reared up behind her, making a sound like a hungry lion. “Love the way you taste. Could eat you all night and never get enough. But if I don’t get inside you right fucking now, I'll lose my mind, angel.”

So would she.

His T-shirt landed on the floor beside the bed.

She was flipped over again, and he loomed above her as she slid her hands down his ripped chest and abs. She’d never seen a male as beautiful as him, and she wanted to touch him.

He lifted up to his knees. “Free my cock.”

She ran her hands down over his cut abs, hard and tight like hot stone, around to his hips, then brought them to the front to pop the button open. She bit her lip and looked up at him.

He cursed, and she smirked.

Brushing her hands aside impatiently, he tore the front of his jeans open, shoved them down, and freed his beautiful dick. Grace bit her lip and moaned as he wrapped his fingers around it. Was he trembling?

She watched in hungry fascination as he slid his fist up and down the hard length several times.

"You want this?" he asked.

Would he make her admit it? Could she?

"You want my cock, Grace?" he asked again, so deep she felt those words move through her.