Page 117 of Reckless Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 7)

Tucking my fingers under the neck of her dress, I tug that and the cup of her bra aside, capturing her nipple in my mouth and biting down until she cries out, her back arching on the bed.

“You taste like heaven, and I’m certainly headed for hell,” I mutter, giving the other side the same treatment before releasing her hands and sitting up.

“Don’t move,” I warn, just taking her in.

The air crackles around us as our eye contact holds.

“Please,” she begs. “I need you, Toby.”

Slowly, fucking tortuously slowly, I reach out and untie her dress, dragging it open and taking in her—

“Where are your knickers?” I growl, staring down at her bare pussy.

“In my bag. You already ruined them.”

“Is that right?” I ask, running my finger from her sternum down to the juncture between her thighs, loving the way she shudders with need from my simple touch.

Lifting my weight off her, I drag the loose fabric of her dress beneath her and tug it free of her arms before throwing it to the floor.

“Better,” I murmur. But not quite good enough.

She arches for me the second I slide my hand under her back, allowing me to unhook her bra and discard that too.

“Perfect. Arms back above your head. You’re at my mercy tonight.” She does as she’s told and I lean over her, finding the bindings that I left in position and quickly locking her into them.

“Just think of all the things I could do to my little toy tonight. All the ways I could make her mine,” I mutter absently, still admiring just how incredible she looks laid out on my dark sheets.My heart races, desperately wanting to run away with itself and imagine a life where that could happen. Where she could be mine and none of the bullshit surrounding us exists.

“Anything. All of it. I don’t care,” she pants between heaving breaths, anticipation getting the better of her.

“Be careful what you wish for, Demon.”

Before she can respond, I claim her lips before setting about completing the first part of my plan.

Reaching for the dessert we brought home, I pull the lid off and dip my fingers into the creamy goodness.

I hold my fingers above her lips teasingly.

“You want some, Demon?” I growl, my mouth watering for what’s to come.

“Yes,” she moans.

Dropping my fingers, I paint her lips with the tiramisu before plunging them into her mouth and letting her lick them clean.

“Fuck,” I groan as her tongue circles my digits and my cock jerks in excitement.

Pulling them free, I reach for more and begin painting her body with the cool dessert, making sure I add extra to all the places that really need my attention.

“Oh my God,” she groans, writhing beneath me. “Please.”

When I’m happy, I finally drop my mouth to her breast, cleaning her up and letting the sweetness of the tiramisu coat my tongue before sucking her nipple deep into my mouth.

Her cries echo around the room as I continue, not missing an inch of her skin and ensuring I hit all the spots that will build her up to dizzying heights, more desperate for me than she’s ever known.

By the time I’ve got my fingers wrapped around her calf and I’m kissing down her leg toward the spot that damn near has me drooling with need, her body is littered with hickeys and teeth marks, and I can’t help but admire my handiwork.

Mine.

Her skin is flushed, her brow beaded with sweat as she moans and mewls for me. It’s the most beautiful sound in the fucking world, and I can’t get enough.