Page 81 of Relentless Knight

By the time he moves on to my chest, I’m sure I have a handful of bruised marks along my neck, and I don’t even care. Because I’m so intensely turned on, I think I’ll come if he grinds against me again.

“Such perfect breasts,” he praises, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra and free them.

My knees still cage them in, creating cleavage where I wouldn’t normally have some. And he licks the soft crevice, his gaze on me the entire time. It lights a blazing excitement in my core, and suddenly I’m burning up, unable to sit still with the intensity of my own heat.

Lifting my head up off the bed, I capture Lance’s lips with mine, and I delve my tongue between his teeth. I’m trying to turn him on enough that he’ll lose control with me.

And when he groans appreciatively, I know it’s working.

“Alright, my sexy temptress,” he purrs. “You win.”

Rocking back on his knees, Lance grasps his shirt and swiftly strips it over his head, then tosses it to the floor. His pants followa second later, and as his cock springs free, swollen and dripping for me, my mouth starts to water.

Last of all, he hooks his fingers around the thin lace of my panties and slowly guides them down my hips.

Then he spreads my thighs as he settles between them, his blue eyes burning with lust.

“I’ve been dreaming about you,” he murmurs, “trying to will you into existence in my mind.”

“Is this what you did to me?” I ask, my temperature rising when I think about him wanting me so badly he would dream of what he’d do.

“Something like this,” he agrees, a soft, wicked smile curving his lips. “But I always knew it was a dream, and when it was done, it was never quite as…satisfying.”

“How did you know?”

“This,” he murmurs, easing one hand between us to stroke two fingers between my slick folds.

I moan, my hips rolling instinctively with the sensual touch, and my breathing ratchets up as fresh desire throbs into my core. Then Lance lifts his fingers so I can see my juices glistening on their tips. He brushes them across my lips, smearing some of my tang there for me to lick up. And as I do, he slips his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean with a deep groan.

“You just taste so damn sweet,” he growls. “Always so wet and so delicious. And all for me.”

I whimper as Lance’s silken tip finds my entrance, and he presses inside me, slowly at first but then growing faster. It’s like he can’t seem to help himself now that he’s buried in my depths. And it feels so good, my eyes roll back into my head.

“Oh God, yes!” I cry, my climax hovering on the brink after just a few thrusts.

And when he presses inside me a third time, I fall apart. All that building tension, the pressure and frustration stemmingfrom withholding relief makes it all come crashing down on me with exponential force.

I scream his name, and I love that I don’t have to worry about being quiet anymore. Because I don’t know that I could be quiet with how hard I come.

Rippling along his throbbing length, I milk him hard. And all the while, Lance rocks inside me, stimulating my G-spot until it feels like one orgasm is rolling into another.

“God, you feel so good,” he groans, stealing a fiery kiss as he moves on top of me, inside of me, all around me in the most glorious sense of overwhelming presence. “I can’t wait to fill you up.”

I whimper, pressing my lips together so I won’t beg him to do it right now. Because just suggesting it has me so aroused, I’m ready to come again.

Lance groans as my walls clench, and I feel him stiffening inside me, on the brink of his own release.

“Come with me, Quinn,” he rasps, and I can’t help but obey.

Crying out, I come all over his cock, arousal gushing through my channel to mingle with the first hot burst of his seed. Warmth pools inside my belly. A deep, intense satisfaction. And I cling to Lance, riding out my waves of euphoria that crackle across my skin. My clit throbs, my walls pulsing in time with his cock.

And our breaths crash together as we ride out the intense release.

Softly, Lance eases out of me, and as he rolls onto the bed, he pulls me into his arms.

This, lying here in bed with him feels so good, so right, it fills me with intense love and radiant happiness. I’m so full of it, I could burst, and my heart swells in my chest until it presses against my ribs.

I have everything I’ve ever wanted—the man of my dreams, my brother’s blessing, and now we’re starting a family together. I’ll be finishing nursing school at the end of this semester. And when everything felt so wrong and chaotic and without hope not long ago, now it all feels so incredibly right.

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