Page 27 of Dark Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 10)

CALLI

He doesn’t give me a chance to answer that question. Instead, the second my lips part, he thrusts his hips forward, forcing himself into my mouth.

His taste explodes on my tongue, replacing my own from his kiss, and I hungrily suck him.

Really, I have no fucking clue what I’m doing. But I figure I’m a quick learner and that he’ll soon put me right if I do it wrong. I mean, how hard can it really be?

He pulls back and I lick up the underside of him before swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, teasing those two little balls on either side.

Risking a look, my eyes rake up the dark fabric of the shirt he’s still wearing until I find his parted lips and then his dark, hungry eyes that bore down into me as if he’s imagining all of this. As if I’m not really here worshipping his cock like I’ve spent my entire life waiting for the chance.

I haven’t. But I can’t deny it’s been something I’ve thought about more than once since our rendezvous on Halloween.

He got to taste me that night, and I can’t say I haven’t been curious about what it would be like to return the favour.

Taking him in my mouth again, I sink down on him until I can’t take any more. He hits the back of my throat and I have to fight the need to gag.

“Fuck, beautiful,” he grunts, his fingers twisting in my hair, holding me in place before dragging me back and setting the rhythm he wants.

I bob up and down on his length, delighting in every grunt and groan of pleasure that falls from his lips as the salty taste of his precum lands on my tongue.

“Angel. Fuck,” he barks right before he rips his cock from my mouth, reaches down, grasps me around the waist and throws me back on his bed. “I’m not coming in your mouth. Not this time, at least.”

“Th-this ti—” I don’t get to finish my question because he crawls onto the bed between my legs, spreading them wide and staring down at my pussy before raking his eyes up my bare body and focusing on my lips.

Reaching out, he traces them with his fingertip.

“Perfect,” he breathes before finding my eyes and settling between my legs.

He rubs the head of his cock through my wetness, just like he did that night before he was forced to walk away.

Dropping his forearm beside my head, he leans over me, his nose brushing mine in a tender move that makes my brain misfire.

“Tell me you’re still a virgin,” he demands, his voice so deep it almost doesn’t sound like him. “Tell me you didn’t give this away to him when it always should have been mine.”

He pushes inside me ever so slightly, but it’s enough for my entire body to tense in anticipation for what’s going to come next.

My words catch in my throat as I think of Ant, of how we got here.

This is fucked up.

I shouldn’t be lying here with Daemon staring down at me like I’m exactly where I belong, when only days ago I was in almost the same position with Ant.

And now he’s…

I squeeze my eyes closed and a fresh wave of hot tears threatens to erupt as I think about the reality of what happened Friday night.

“Calli?” Daemon warns, his voice edging on that dangerous tone of his that sends a shiver of fear and desire down my spine.

“I-I… It’s yours. He… we never—”

“Fuuuck,” he groans as his hips piston forward, his cock spearing inside me and making my spine straighten as my body fights against the unusual invasion.

“Oh my God,” I cry as pain shoots through my body.

Daemon’s body lowers down on mine, pressing me into the mattress, his hips unmoving as his hand wraps around the back of my neck, tilting my head exactly where he wants it so he can claim my mouth.

He kisses me until the pain has gone and all I feel is the fullness of him inside me and an unignorable need for him to move.