Page 88 of Knight’s Retribution

Sliding her hand up the front of his chest, she curled her fingers around the side of his strong throat and looked up at him. “I want it the same as that first night.”

His nostrils flared, and a deep, vibrating rumble came from his chest and kept on going.

“I want you to take me. I want the Rocco who lost all control with me.” She curled more in his lap, her fingers flexing against his throat. “I’m not fragile. I don’t want to be treated like I might break. I can handle it rough, like that night. I want your hands on me, I…I don’t want you pulling back or worrying. I know it’s you. I know it. I’m not afraid. Nothing you could do could scare me. I…I need you to give me that.”

His hands gripped her waist, hard, and he breathed deep, once, twice, a third time, then he lifted her. “Spread,” he growled.

She spread her legs, so she was straddling him when he brought her back down. His eyes locked on hers and his fingers thrust into her hair. He leaned in, rubbing his cheek against hers, his mouth going to hers. “That wasn’t rough, pumpkin. You were a fragile human, a demi not yet transitioned with no powers. I held back, I had to hold back so I didn’t hurt you.” He lifted his head and stared into her eyes. “I don’t have to worry about that anymore, do I, Ky? I can give it all to you, my girl can take it.”

She whimpered, squirming in his lap.

“You want me to give all of that to you, baby?”

“Yes. Yes…I want all of you, please…give it to me.”

His hands gripped the sides of her dress and he shoved it up. “Undo my jeans,” he said as his fingers went to the scrap of fabric covering her, and he tore her panties clean off.

He lifted her, manhandling her like she was a rag doll, moving her where he wanted her. Then his cock was right there.

He held her, hovering, the head of his cock brushing her where she needed him so badly. “Remember the first time I filled you, Ky? The way you screamed and sobbed and begged for it harder?”

Oh god, she was going to come just from the things he was saying. She nodded, it was all she was capable of.

“Tonight you’re gonna get harder.” Then he slammed up and yanked her down at the same time, filling her, stretching her in one brutal thrust.

Kyler cried out and gripped his shoulders as Rocco lifted her with one hand under her ass like she weighed nothing and then slammed her down while thrusting up at the same time, over and over again, jarring her entire body. The fingers of his other hand went back to her hair, and he tilted her head and kissed her, hard and hungry, his tongue chasing hers, owning, god, ravaging her mouth the way he was her pussy.

It was too much and nowhere near enough. He pulled back, eyes locked with hers.

“Yes, oh god…more. Please, I need more,” she pleaded, begging, before she knew the words were coming.

Rocco stood with a snarl, the look on his face one of violent hunger, and it had her own need shooting higher. He brought her ass down on the table and pushed her back, then gripping the front of her dress, he pulled the deep V that crossed over her chest open and yanked the cups of her bra down.

Then straightening, he shoved her dress higher, took hold of her hips, and slammed back inside her, his gaze moving between her breasts then down to where their bodies were joined. His predator’s stare, eating up the sight of her.

“Jesus fuck, Kyler, wish you could see yourself.” He flashed his teeth. “Beautiful tits bouncing, perfect pussy clutching me so damn tight.”

Kyler lifted her hands over her head and gripped the edge of the table.

Rocco groaned and leaned forward, his mouth latching on to a nipple. He sucked hard, and her inner muscles clamped down harder on his cock.

“Oh god, don’t stop. H-harder.”

Rocco lifted his head, his gaze catching hers, and he slammed into her again and again until she was shaking and sobbing, riding the edge of ecstasy like never before.

“Let go, pumpkin. Let go for me,” he growled.

She held his gaze, trying to hold back, not ready for this to end, but the hunger in his eyes, the love she saw there pushed her closer to the edge.

He slammed into her again and she broke, arching against the table, shaking and crying and coming so hard all she could do was feel. She locked her legs around his hips, keeping him where she wanted him, where she needed him.

Rocco took her mouth, and she fed him her cries, then he gave her his growls and groans as he came with her. And he kept kissing her as he slowed, as his heavy, violent thrusts became a gentle roll of his hips.

“Fuck, Ky…fuck, baby?” he said against her lips. “That was…” A shudder moved through his body. “I don’t have words. You’re okay?”

She took his face in her hands. “So okay.” She smiled up at him. “I needed that, I needed you completely untethered. I needed all of you, Rocco.”

His grin was easy and utterly beautiful. “You got me, pumpkin. All of me, I promise you that.” Then he kissed her again.