Page 99 of Guarded Knight

I secure her wrists above her head with one hand and grind my cock against her core through my briefs. For a second, I just look at her. Golden hair spread wild over the pillow, lips parted, chest rising in shallow, shaky breaths. Mine. She’s always been mine.

But it’s never been just about the fuck. It’s about this—her under me, eyes blazing, trusting me to take her and not destroy her in the process.

“You want to be fucked?” I growl.

For a second, I think of telling her this isn’t just about sex. That it’s love like no other. But I don’t.

My restraint shatters like glass underfoot. There’s no going slow now. No turning back. If she wants to see the part of me I keep locked behind steel walls, she just kicked the fucking door open.

She nods, pupils blown. Her thighs open.

“You knew, didn’t you?” I drag my tongue up the side of her neck. “You knew if you gave me a taste, I’d come back starving.”

She’s always known me. She knows how to cast a spell and reduce me to a man with one thought, one need, one woman.

I slide the hoodie up and over her head. And when I reach down, I don’t give her pants and panties the same courtesy. I shove the pants down, wrap my fingers around the sides of the panties and rip them off.

“G,” she gasps, arching.

I tear my t-shirt overhead and slide my boxer briefs off, my cock springing out between us.

“Spread your legs.” I order. “Let me see what’s mine.”

She opens for me, trusting me, and my chest aches like I don’t deserve it. But fuck if I’ll ever let anyone else near her again.

I stroke through her soaked folds, circle her clit. “You’re already this wet for me?”

I pinch her sensitive nub, and she jolts.

Easing my way down between her legs, I stare up at her, hungry, obsessed, devoted. I spread open her pussy lips. “Nobody gets this. Not ever again.”

Dragging my tongue through her folds, she tastes of paradise. Lust. Love. I lap her up greedily and she moans and bucks under me. Her legs tremble on either side of my shoulders.

I put a finger inside her and she groans. Her pussy is soaked and I slide in another finger, easing them in and out. With every swipe of my tongue is a taste of heaven.

I could stay down here for days. I feast on her, absolutely feral for her. Then, her clit pulses on my tongue like she’s been struck by lightning and I lap up the nectar gushing out around my fingers. My gaze follows the smooth skin of her stomach all theway up to her tits that shake along with every other inch of her body.

There’s something magical about watching her come undone. Something powerful in knowing I did this to her. I want to do everything to her. In bed... and out.

She threads her fingers through my hair, holding my head in place as I draw out her orgasm, pressing kisses onto her twitching clit until she’s boneless.

I crawl up the length of her body, my eager cock whispering along the surface of her skin, the leaking tip leaving a trail. I take her mouth, kissing her hard. I can’t wait to be inside her. My balls are aching. “Turn over.”

She scrambles to her knees, face down, ass up. I pump my dick, so desperate for relief but I need to take in the sight of her first. Perfect, peachy cheeks.

I spread her wide, jerking my cock, relishing her offering.

“You ever let anyone play with your ass, Firefly?”

“No,” she whispers.

The dark question flies from my wet lips. “Want to?”

“If it’s you.”

Holy shit. How on earth do I deserve this woman?

“Reach between your legs. Rub your clit while I open you up.”