Page 17 of Knight’s Seduction

She took another step closer to him. “I…I don’t”—and another—“want you.”

“No?” he growled out. She was so close that the heat of her body soaked through his clothes.

She shook her head as her trembling hand lifted to his chest, and she tipped her head back, staring up at him. “What are you doing to me?”

He dipped his head and breathed her in with a growl. “Fuck, female. You want to know what I’m doing to you? I’m the one here late at night because I can’t bear the way we left things. Because I couldn’t handle the thought of never seeing you…of never kissing you again. What are you doing to me?”

She licked her lips, and he dipped his head more, so they were an inch apart, but resisted closing the gap, just barely, from fucking falling on that perfect mouth. It had to be her choice.

“Kiss me,” she whispered, not making him wait, and on a whimper, tugged him closer.

He did as she demanded, covering her mouth with his and lifting her off the ground, carrying her deeper into the shadows.

Somehow, he found his way to the small garden shed he’d seen earlier and pushed the door open, stepping inside. He closed them in and pressed her against the wall.

Meredith moaned, kissing him back, wild and hot, but also achingly sweet. The desperate unschooled way she attacked him, the way she clung to him, the little noises she made. All of it drove him insane.

Her legs locked around his waist, and her pussy was right there against his stiff cock, the heat of her making him even hungrier for her. Kryos rolled his hips, unable to stop himself from grinding into her.

Her tongue moved against his, her fingers digging into his shoulders as if she couldn’t get enough, holding him to her like he might try to pull away.

“Christ, female, I can’t get enough of you,” he said against her lips as he took one of her full breasts in his hand and massaged her tight-as-hell little nipple.

“Oh god.” Her thighs flexed against his hips, and she rubbed against him. “P-please,” she gasped.

“You’re aching, aren’t you, sweets?”

She pressed her forehead to his and nodded, her panted breaths tickling his damp lips.

“You want me to do something about it, Merri?”

She nodded again. “Y-yes. Yes, I want that.”

Kryos dragged his hand down her belly, his rough skin catching on the silky fabric of her camisole. The tips of his fingers tugged on the elastic of her sleep shorts, and her breathing quickened, a small gasp escaping her that had him close to coming in his jeans.

Tilting his head, he kissed her deep and whispered against her lips, “You sure?”

“Yes. D-do something, please.” She rolled her hips again.

Christ. He pushed his hand down the front of her shorts and almost lost it completely. She was hot and so goddamn slick. He broke the kiss with a groan and, foreheads still joined, stared into her gorgeous hazel eyes. He moved his fingers over her gently, and her lips parted.

“You feel so good, sweets.”

Lust-glazed eyes stared back, her lashes fluttering as she clutched him to her tighter. “Don’t s-stop.”

Kryos circled her clit faster, unable to take his eyes off the beautiful female staring back at him, letting him see every bit of her desperate need as he brought her closer to orgasm. “You like that, baby?”

She clutched on to the back of his neck tighter, keeping him right there, foreheads touching, gazes locked. Telling him without words, that yeah, she did. Pleasure transformed her face, and her cries and whimpers grew more agitated.

“That’s it, Meredith. Let go for me.”

She flew over the edge then, her hips rocking, body shaking uncontrollably against his. Watching his female fall apart for him was his new favorite thing. Shit, it was life altering. He wanted to spend the rest of eternity making her feel this good.

They stayed like that, their panted breaths the only sound in the small garden shed. Her eyes were closed now, and he needed them back on him.

“Meredith?”

Her eyes snapped open and—his gut clenched—they were full of confusion, shit, maybe even regret.