Page 73 of Deviant Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 4)

I want to reach for him, demand he let me fall. Anything. But I don’t, too afraid that he’ll walk away as quickly as he did earlier without giving me what I need.

Again and again, he brings me right to the edge, watching my body for my tells to know when to pull back.

“Fucking hell,” I scream, thrashing about in frustration.

“You want to come, Hellcat?” he growls, his voice even deeper than before, making me burn even hotter.

Ripping my eyes from his, I drop them down his body, but it’s too dark to see anything, to see if he’s as turned on by this as I hope he is.

Fuck, I wish he were naked.

He must decide that I can’t take much more, because the next time he drags the vibrator from me and presses it against my clit, his fingers find my entrance.

He thrusts two deep inside me, curling them exactly as he did in the shower earlier, making lights flash behind my eyes.

“FUUUCK,” I scream as he rubs at me, finally pushing me over the edge.

My body explodes into a million pieces as my orgasm finally slams into me.

It goes on and on, sweat covering my body as I convulse and ride out every single second of it.

When it finally subsides and I rip my eyes open, I find him still staring down at me with such intensity in his depths that it makes my breath catch.

He works me for another second, ensuring that I’ve ridden out every ounce of pleasure before dragging his fingers from my body.

He holds them up between us. They glisten in the stream of light coming from the moon, and I wince at just how wet they are.

Turning my vibrator off, he throws it to the bed and reaches up to tug my knickers from my mouth.

“Oh my God,” I gasp, hungrily sucking in deep lungfuls of air.

Although my relief is soon cut short when he shoves his fingers past my lips.

“Clean them,” he demands, his dark green eyes catching in the moonlight, his hair falling forward, making my fingers twitch to reach for it.

But I don’t move. I can’t while I’m locked in that dangerous stare.

My tongue does as he demands and I lap at his fingers, tasting my release on him.

His pupils dilate as he stares down at me.

“Fuck,” he grunts, but he never moves. He stands there like a statue looming over me.

After the longest time, he finally stands up, his eyes ghosting down the length of my exposed body.

“Do not let go,” he warns, shoving his sweats down over his arse and letting his giant erection free.

My mouth waters to taste him again, but I do as I’m told and stay put as he wraps his fingers around himself and starts stroking.

“Holy shit, that’s hot,” I breathe, although I slam my lips shut when I realise I said it out loud.

I really don’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking I like any inch of him.

His eyes find mine once more as he works himself harder, almost violently.

Getting me off must have got him halfway to his release, because it’s only a couple of minutes before he’s blowing his load over my tits as a low, sexy growl rumbles in the back of his throat.

Hot jets of cum burn into my skin, making my body ache for another release.