Page 128 of Deviant Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 4)

Dipping my fingers back inside her, I lift them for her.

Her lips part without instruction, desperate to know what we taste like combined, but I don’t let her have it. Instead, I paint our joined releases along her lips.

“Lick,” I demand, watching her tongue lap at the wetness before I thrust both fingers deep inside her mouth.

Her long tongue swirls around my digits as I dive for her cunt once more, too addicted to her taste not to get her off again.

“Your tongue shouldn’t feel this good,” she cries, her hips writhing against me.

“You shouldn’t taste this good.”

I don’t stop until her body is thrashing about and her juices are dripping down my chin and onto the sofa.

Only when she’s done and coming back to Earth do I turn my head to the side and sink my teeth into her, giving her a matching brand to the one I’ve already put on her neck.

“Mine,” I growl, licking at the wound, tasting the copper of her blood.

Her eyes meet mine. I see the argument within them. But it’s too late.

She’s already handed herself over willingly.

If only she knew exactly what that meant.

Her eyes drop from mine and take in my body.

“Jesus,” she mutters. “I knew you were fucking psychotic, but I didn’t realise you were a vampire.”

She pushes to sit up, squirming as I’m sure the evidence of our session slips out of her.

I have to fight the need to push her back down to keep my cum inside her.

As if she can read my thoughts, she reaches out and cups my rough jaw.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be feeling it for a while.”

My lips collide with hers. It’s the only way I can express what her words make me feel, because even attempting to express it freaks me the fuck out.

She’s a job,a little voice screams in my head.

All you’ve got to do is get her secrets.

And I will. I’ll get all the information Dad needs to prove that she’s not a part of this.

It’s just what happens next that’s up in the air, because the second she discovers the truth, and there’s no doubt that she will, where will that leave us?

“You’re insatiable,” she mutters into my kiss.

“Any idea how long I’ve been waiting?”

“Yeah, actually, I do.”

Lifting her exhausted body into my arms, I carry her through my flat, kicking open the door to my bedroom then stalking through to the adjoining bathroom.

“You gonna freak out on me this time?” Emmie asks before I put her back on the ground.

“That all depends.”

“On?” she asks, her huge, dark eyes staring up into mine.