Page 117 of Dark Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 10)

As I get closer, her sweet, floral scent fills my nose and makes my mouth water.

Friday night in Damien’s bathroom seems like a lift time ago. Or at least, my cock thinks it was.

“My angel,” I whisper, brushing my scarred knuckles down her soft cheek and feeling that spark that always shoots around my body when we touch as strongly as ever.

Needing more, I pull the covers back, revealing her body to me.

She’s wearing her standard vest, but instead of just a pair of tiny knickers that I’m sure she selects purely to tease me during my late-night visits, her legs are clad in a pair of cotton floral trousers.

My teeth grind as I think about the possibility of Alex helping her change. She looked pretty wasted from a distance. But maybe it was more my mind playing tricks on me, forcing me to see what I didn’t want to. Punishing me for the way I treat her, the way I can’t embrace what I really feel for her, who I really am.

Trailing my finger lower, I trace it down her neck, over her collarbone and down to the lace trim of her vest.

My body aches for her, my cock hard and desperate to sink inside her once more, and none of that gets any better when she lets out a wanton moan as my finger glides over her nipple. It instantly hardens for me, and I pinch it through the fabric.

Her moan grows louder and she rolls onto her back.

It’s dangerous, I know it is, but I’m powerless but to reach out and do the same to the other, delighting in the noise that hits my ears as her back arches on the bed.

One glance at Alex and I find that he’s still out cold, his snores slowly getting louder, I hope enough to drown out Calli’s whimpers as I tug the fabric lower and wrap my lips around her.

“Mmm,” she moans. “More.”

And I do. I circle her peak, suck it deep into my mouth and sink my teeth into her just as I know she likes until she’s panting and her fingers have found their home in my hair.

But to my amusement, she still seems to be asleep.

It makes me wonder just how often she has dreams that are quite this vivid for her not to immediately know something is up.

“Daemon,” she moans, and my heart damn near stops, hearing my name falling from her lips as a plea.

My eyes dart up, expecting to find her watching me, but hers are still closed.

Moving to the bottom of the bed, I wrap my fingers around her waistband and tug her trousers and knickers down her legs.

Throwing them to the floor, I crawl between her thighs and force them wider.

I run my nose through her, breathing her in before I circle her clit with my tongue.

A low moan rumbles in her throat once more, and I up the ante by grazing her with my teeth.

Her groan of pleasure gets louder before she jolts and a loud gasp rips past her lips.

I smile, my eyes finding her wide shocked ones as she stares down at me eating her out as if I haven’t got a care in the world.

To be fair, while I’m down here, I really fucking don’t.

“Daemon, what the hell are you—”

“Shh, Angel. Lie back.”

I slide my hand up her stomach, putting some force behind it so she has no choice but to crash back to the bed.

But she fights me, holding her propped-up position and staring down at me as if this really is all a dream.

“B-but Alex is—”

“I’m aware, beautiful. Which is why you’re going to need to be really quiet. Unless you have the intention of him joining, of course.”