Page 31 of Devoted (Love and Burlesque #2)

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

KNIGHT

My savior in a pair of skimpy shorts.

I don’t allow Vivian a chance to follow my order as I haul her into my arms and stand up. Being separated—even for those few seconds it would take for her to climb into the bed—isn’t something I can fathom right now.

“Knight!” she shouts, tightening her grip around my neck as her legs naturally find their place around my waist. “You can’t just pick me up like that,” she protests.

“You’re not the one giving orders tonight.” I have a feeling it’ll be an impossible task for her, but I’ll happily welcome a bossy attitude intermittently. I prefer her to be in charge on a normal night when I’m not minutes away from a breakdown.

Tonight, I need to feel a semblance of control when my own heart is betraying me by falling in love with her. I wasn’t lying when I said she was like a disease of the heart and its cure simultaneously.

My vision has adjusted well to the low light in the room, bypassing obstacles without tripping as I walk us over to her bed. I toss her onto the bed, and in the same motion, begin to tug her tiny sleep shorts down her thighs.

Vivian has permitted me to use her body as she’s often used mine. Control is a hard thing to surrender, and I am going to cherish every moan, whimper, and tear I draw from her tonight.

“Hips up, darling.” I slap her outer thigh, which causes Vivian to let out a little yelp as she follows my orders and lets me strip her of the pajamas completely.

Fuck me. She is completely bare, her flushed cunt already glistening and ready to take me. The appeal of turning on all the lights to get a better look doesn’t outweigh the security of the dark, though. Turning on the lights could pop this bubble of lust and emotion we find ourselves in.

“Do you always wear such skimpy clothes to sleep, or did you wear them in anticipation of seeing me?” I ask, running the tips of my fingers over her inner thighs, but never getting too close to her dripping center.

“No, if I knew you’d be breaking into my room, I would have been naked,” she whines, taking the liberty to push her crop top over her tits. Unable to resist, I lean over her and my covered knee pushes against her cunt while I knead as much of her breast I can fit in my hand.

“Don’t tempt these wicked fantasies, woman.”

“Who says they’re just your fantasies?” Vivian snatches my hand away from her nipple, leaving me nearly pouting at the loss until I feel her wet tongue guide them into her perfect mouth.

Instead, a laugh builds from deep in my chest. As much as I’m in charge right now, Vivian will never be one to fully give away her control. And I love that.

Pulling my fingers out of her mouth with a loud pop, I leave a slick trail down her chest until I reach her nipple again, flicking it with a newfound speed and then repeating the move on her other peak.

Her back arches, her body pressing closer to mine while I continue playing with her lovely tits. Never in a million years would I have thought I could find someone who sees my intensity and not only reflects it, but feeds it with vicious ideas of her own. I’m dying to hear more of her desires.

I straighten, removing my soaked knee off her pussy in the process. “Knight—” she begins to complain. Reaching down, I shush her with a smack to the center of her cunt. Not one hard enough to hurt, only hard enough to put her in her place.

“You’ve let me be in charge, Vivian. You’ll take what I give you when I decide to give it.

” I circle her clit lightly with my fingers, hopefully taking away any of the sting left behind.

She growls in frustration when I only spend a few seconds giving her pleasure.

There’s a sweet kind of justice in edging her like she’s edged me for months.

“Tell me more about your fantasies, darling.”

“Will you touch me while I tell you?” She almost pleads, suddenly leaning onto her elbows to get a better look.

“No, no,” I mock. The sound of my zipper cuts off her reply, and her eyes dart down to watch me take myself out. Swiping my fingers through her pussy, I gather her slick and coat it onto my cock. “But you can watch me and touch yourself as you speak.”

Her hand flies between her thighs, the needy act makes a laugh escape me. With every second I spend with her as she openly shares her body and soul with me, I feel something healing within myself. Bit by excruciating bit.

“I love the idea of waking up to you between my legs,” she moans, thrumming her clit with her middle finger.

Stepping closer, I settle my cock merely an inch above her hand, stroking myself at a much slower pace than she’s going.

Patience doesn’t seem to be a virtue with this lustful girl.

“With your mouth or your cock inside me.”

As Vivian’s hand moves lower and as a finger dips into that lovely cunt, I settle the tip of my cock onto her clit. “You’d let me take you in your sleep, darling?”

“I love the idea of you craving me so much,” she confesses, adding in a second finger. They’re so small that two of them just barely compare to the size of one of mine. “Would you want the same from me?” Vivian stares between us, her hips seizing each time I tap the tip onto her.

“Always,” I growl, my voice almost unrecognizable to me. “Wanton girl, are your little fingers not enough to please you?”

“No,” she cries, hips still pumping to the cadence of my taps. With my free hand, I trail my middle finger from the crook of her knee, down her inner thigh, until I bump into her two slickened digits.

“Is this what you need?” I ask, inserting my finger along the two of hers, immediately dominating the space. Her needy cunt sucks my finger in, coating me with her pleasure.

“Yes—no!” she screams, and I’m thankful her roommate is currently behind the bar at the club. Otherwise, we would have definitely been caught.

“Yes or no, Vivian?” With more force, I pump my finger as deep as it can go, holding it there until she answers my question.

“No, it’s not what I want,” she whines and throws her head back. I can tell she’s fighting to keep her bossiness in check. “I want to feel you inside,” she pleads toward the ceiling.

“Oh, but I am inside,” I tease, fluttering my finger inside her.

Her eyes snap back in my direction with a glare that could take down most men. “I swear to fucking god, Kni—” She interrupts herself with a loud groan when I curl my finger into her.

“You were saying, my queen?” I grin, continuing to pet her from the inside.

“In me. Now,” she demands, falling into the role as my ruler.

“I need to know if we need a condom, darling.” I have a few in my pocket, shoved in from when I was praying she wouldn’t call the police on me for deciding to break into her room. Obviously, being prepared with the condoms was the correct choice.

Vivian bites her lip, trailing her eyes across my clothed body to the only exposed part of me, but meets my eyes again when she speaks. “I’m clear and on birth control.”

To her chagrin, I remove my finger from her cunt, batting away her fingers in the process. “My last physical was clear as well.” I inch my cock down from her clit, dragging along her wet center until I reach her entrance.

“Good, now fuck me and fill me with your cum, or I’m gonna throw you on this bed and ride the fuck out of you.” The filthy fucking mouth on this woman. I am certainly not against that idea, but our dynamic tonight has suited both of us well, a little once in a while role reversal.

“Another day, darling.” I leave one of her legs to stay braced against the edge of the bed while I take the other into the crook of my arm.

Her legs are spread open, ass hanging just off the side of the bed, and pussy rubbing deliciously against my cock.

“Tonight, you’re at my mercy.” I kiss her knee beside my face as I thrust into her for the first time.

Vivian moans and her body shakes at my intrusion, grinding down and pulling me in like she cannot get enough. Her eyes pinch shut, her breath heavy in her chest as she takes a second to calm.

I’m barely faring better. The vise she has on my cock could make me spill into her this very second if I wasn’t squeezing her thigh for dear life.

“You feel so damn good,” she cries out, scrambling from leaning on her elbows to bracing her hands at her sides so she can lean and get a better view of where we are joined. “Keep fucking me.” Vivian’s eyes are wide with hunger. “Please,” she adds sweetly.

I listen, slowly dragging myself so only my tip stays enveloped by her before I haul her thigh toward my chest, making her slam onto my cock. I repeat the motion, more shoving her onto me than me thrusting into her, and she is loving it.

“Do you like being used like a fuck doll, darling?” I grasp a bruising hold onto her hip. “A little thing being dragged onto my cock?”

Vivian is too caught up to answer properly. She’s cursing me, grabbing her tits, and asking for more at the same time and all I can do is oblige my love.

The bed creaks with the force I haul her with, my hips angling downward and rubbing her walls with every thrust. Her cunt is begging me to fill it, gripping me every time I pull back only to fill her again and again.

Nothing will ever compare to this feeling. More than just my body is melding with her right now, and the terrifying thrill of it is bringing me close to the edge.

“I’m going to fill you, darling, but I need you to come on my cock first.” The strain in my throat is audible as I try to keep myself at bay.

Setting her leg down, I angle it on the bed so she is completely spread before me.

Reaching to tangle one hand in her hair, forcing her to bend and look at our joining, I use the other hand to strum at her clit.

“Knight, fuck it’s too good,” she pleads, but her hips keep rocking into the motion of my cock, chasing her orgasm. There are tears in her eyes from the intensity, threatening to fall with my last thrusts.

“You’ll take it, darling.” I press my lips to her hairline, kissing her temple softly as the beginnings of her release take over her body.

She shakes in my hold, screaming her pleasure as her cunt pulses on me.

“You’ll take my cum and thank me for it, won’t you?

You’ll let me mark you as mine?” I groan into her ear as the first ropes of my cum spill into her.

“Yes!” she screams as my fingers continue on her clit, extending her orgasm to coincide with mine.

My thrusts become slow in an attempt to savor this moment as Vivian collapses back onto the bed, her body still trembling in the aftermath. I wouldn’t dare to leave her warmth right now.

Being inside and filling her with my cum has been the closest thing to divinity I have ever experienced.

“I usually hate being woken up,” she laughs, shaking her head and peering down her body at me. “But I can make an exception for that.”