Page 27 of Relentless Knight

A groan of intense longing rips up my throat as Quinn’s soft, talented hand slides up my chest and around my neck, her fingers combing into the short hair at my nape. Her breath hitches, her lips parting with the sweet, sensual gasp.

And like the traitor it is, my tongue delves out to take advantage of the opening. Because I want to taste Quinn more than I want to continue breathing. I don’t care that kissing her could very well mean the end of my life.

Right now, all I can think about is how entirely, how consumingly I want her.

And Quinn’s doing absolutely nothing to slow me down. To temper this intense attraction thrumming through my veins. Instead, she uncurls slightly from her tight, defensive ball, pressing her soft breasts against my chest as she melts into me.

Cradling the back of her head, I deepen the kiss, holding Quinn’s fragile body close as I devour her sweet lips. Her tongue dances out to tangle with mine, our lips moving in tandem. And when my hand slowly travels down from her tangled mass of curls to the soft curve of her lips, Quinn moans.

“I want you, Lance,” she breathes against my lips, the intense desire in her soft voice leaving no room for misinterpretation. “Please…take me.”

And I know I’m a goner.

Because nothing on God’s green earth could stop me from following her command.

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QUINN

My heart slams against my ribs in the wake of my shameless plea. I know it’s wrong of me. To ask Lance to have sex with me. Of course it would go against his loyalty to my brother. It might even put him in danger if it pisses Killian off badly enough.

But I’m so intensely in love with Lance, I can’t help myself.

And after getting a taste of the way he kisses…?

I feel as though he’s set my very soul on fire.

And nothing is going to put that flame out. Not even my fear of the repercussions.

For the breadth of a second, I think he might tell me no. Because he pauses, his lips hovering over mine so close I can tell he’s holding his breath as he makes his decision. It’s pure agony. Putting myself out there like that. Throwing all preconceived, archaic notions about who’s supposed to make the first move out the window on the prayer that it might work—if I start something, maybe, just maybe, Lance will want me too.

If I hadn’t caught him looking at my lips, I’m not sure I ever would have been brave enough to kiss him. But God, I’ve never been so glad I took the risk. And that first success has made mebold. For the first time in my life, I feel brave enough to ask for what I want. To show my vulnerability and hope that I don’t end up completely shattered.

And just as I feel like I’ve ruined the moment—blown my shot by aiming for the moon—Lance’s full, powerful lips come crashing down on mine with renewed verve. Heat blasts through my core, wet excitement flooding my panties at the realization that Lance might actually want me to.

I didn’t scare him away by saying what I want.

Instead, he’s kissing me like I might just be the last woman on earth.

Slowly, he shifts, easing me down onto the bed so I’m lying on my back, his body pressed against the length of my side. I can feel him, like iron, digging into my thigh, and my stomach quivers with the thought of actually losing my virginity to him like I’ve dreamed about a thousand times.

This can’t actually be happening, right?

But if this is a dream, I desperately don’t want it to stop. Because after a week’s worth of nightmares, I’m finally having the dream I want.

“God, I want you so bad,” I moan, rolling into him and wrapping my leg around his hip so I can grind against him.

Lance releases a deep, guttural groan that almost makes me come on the spot, and I gasp when he rocks on top of me, pinning my hips to the bed with his as he braces on his forearms. His thick, throbbing erection presses adamantly against my clit as he rocks forward against me. And the zing of pleasure that races up my spine is dangerously addictive.

We’re not even having sex yet, and it feels like our chemistry might just burn the house down. Whatever I thought it might be like, being with Lance, it couldn’t hold a candle to this. Combing my hands into his thick head of brown locks, I keep my lips firmly trapped against his boldly stroking my tongue into hismouth in an attempt to show him how I want him. To encourage him to do the same to me with his cock.

Rough, calloused fingers slide beneath the loose fabric of my nightshirt, skating up my ribs impatiently to cup my breast in his large palm. Warmth seeps into my skin from his intimate touch, and I arch into him, my nipple puckering in response.

“So perfect,” he growls against my lips, the deep, carnal sound sending a shiver down my spine. And then his hand is guiding my shirt higher, revealing my breasts completely.

Pulse throbbing through my veins, I lift my arms to help him, and as soon as the cool air hits my nipples, they’re tight and aching with excitement. Lance leans down, wrapping his lips around one hard nub. I cry out, overwhelmed by the intensity of sensation, the way it sends a jolt of arousal straight down to my clit.

My knees quake, my thighs quivering with anticipation as my whole body starts to throb. And then Lance’s hot lips are burning a trail down my abdomen, creeping closer to the waist of my sleep shorts. His thick fingers hook around the elastic waistband, and I pant, lifting my hips as he drags the fabric down my hips and thighs, stripping me naked in a matter of moments.

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