Page 21 of Stormy Knight

She watched as his mouth pressed against her mound. Running a damp hand through his hair, Stormy spread her legs, praying he’d give her more than just a gentle touch. The feel of his hand gliding between her legs had Stormy rolling her hips wanting more. His thick fingers penetrated her rough and fast. His lips kissed and nipped along her thighs, making her moan louder as she gripped his head.

Reeves left his fingers inside her as he stood. He wanted more than to play with her; he wanted to claim her again. Feel her body wrapped around his. The night before, he’d given her sweet and romantic. This morning, the other part of him wanted its fair share. He wanted to possess her to own her body, mind, and soul. He wanted to crawl inside of Stormy Knight and show her who he really was. Who she was determined to have by her side.

He picked her up, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist. Moving from the tub, he could have easily taken her to the bed. Instead, he walked a few feet and sat her on the long marble bathroom counter.

Water droplets ran over her in tiny rivulets, and goosebumps pebbled on her flesh. “Open your legs,” Reeves ordered her as he unzipped his jeans. He loved the look of her glistening cunt. Stepping between her legs, he stared into her eyes. He saw her hands gripped the edge of the counter tightly. Waiting, she was waiting on him. “Take my cock out.”

Closing his eyes at the feel of her hand running over his erection, “Stroke me”,” he told her, pumping into her small hand. The need to dominate her rose and had Reeves slamminghis mouth against hers roughly. He felt her hand grab his arm. Reaching between them, he gripped his cock and positioned at her pussy.

He didn’t ask if she was ready. He took what he wanted. He only stopped when she moved slightly, then grabbed her hips and shoved in, filling her with more cock than she was ready for. He felt Stormy try to stop the intrusion, but held her in place. Her fingernails dug into his arms.

He forced her legs wider. “Look at me, look at us. You want me, baby, all of me? Tell me you want me. He felt the change in her body, saw it in her eyes and on her beautiful face. She loved the bite of pain that came with pleasure. Loved the rough as much as the tender.

Pushing further into her had her back arching as her hands dug in harder, then she fell apart underneath him. That was when everything changed from wanting to needing. From dangerous to deadly. Hanging on to her hips, Reeves slammed into her cunt, pounding out the last of his release as he watched pleasure spread across her face.

Resting his forehead against hers, he felt the sweat drip from his chest onto hers. He hated the feeling of his cock leaving the warmth of her pussy, but he needed to get them cleaned up. Probably a shower. He just needed a minute to gain his composure.

“I think we should get a shower.”

“Okay, if you’ll carry me, I’ll go anywhere with you.”

As Stormy stepped out of the shower, the warm steam from the bathroom clung to her skin. Walking towards the bedroom, she let Reeves get a good look at her backside before wrapping herself in a soft towel.

With steady steps, she moved toward the bedroom. She glanced toward the bed, where the blankets were still rumpled, a sign of the night they’d laid in each other’s arms and the dreamsthat came with it. Her thoughts lingered as she walked across the room. What would the rest of the day bring?

Clearing his throat, Reeves grabbed a towel to dry her off thoroughly instead of simply wrapping it around her. It was definitely a nice way to get his hands back on her body again. The fact he’d just been inside her did nothing to slake his desire for her.

Reeves stood at the edge of the room, his gaze lingering on Stormy as she moved across the room. Her scent clung to the cool air of the room. He cleared his throat, though the gesture felt almost unnecessary. His attention was fixed on her.

Without a word, he walked toward her, his steps purposeful. Reaching out, he gently tugged the towel from her, his fingers brushing her damp skin as he began to help dry off the remaining droplets of water.

There was a quiet intimacy in the gesture. He didn’t look up immediately, focusing instead on the motion of drying her off, his hands moving with a strong tenderness. “Better?” he asked softly, his voice rougher than he’d meant it to sound.

“Yes. I missed you this morning, where’d you run off too?” she asked.

Reeves paused for a moment; his expression remained unreadable. He had been absent that morning, and the truth was—he wasn’t sure how to answer. It was a habit of his, pulling away when things felt too close, too complicated. But there was something in Stormy’s question that made it harder to keep his distance.

“Had some things to take care of,” he finally answered, his voice calm, though there was an underlying tension to it.

“I didn’t think you’d miss me that much.” His attempt at lightness seemed to fall short. He looked at her now, not quite meeting her eyes, but not avoiding her either.

The moment Reeves dropped a kiss on her bare shoulder, the warmth of his breath sent a shiver through her, and Stormy’s breath caught. There was something in the gesture. Something unspoken. She didn’t move, but her heart beat a little faster, caught between the comfort of his touch and the weight of his absence earlier. But that was her insecurity, not his.

His lips lingered for a second, and when he pulled away, she felt desperate to have his touch again. But his words followed immediately, soft but firm. “I had some work to take care of.”

Stormy didn’t respond immediately. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the words hang in the air between them. She could feel the truth in them. There was always something more with him.Deeper.Reeves wasn’t the type to explain himself, not fully, not unless it was absolutely necessary. Still, she couldn’t help the quiet stir of frustration. The way when things got intense or bordered complicated, he put distance between himself and whatever the obstacle was. Was she now the obstacle he wanted to distance himself from?

She turned slightly in his arms, enough to meet his gaze. There was something there. Something she couldn’t put her finger on. The way his eyes searched hers, almost as if he were waiting for her to say something, do something.

“Okay,” she murmured, her voice quieter now. She wanted to believe him, wanted to accept his explanation, but there was a flicker of doubt in the back of her mind.

Her fingers grazed the edge of the towel, and for a moment, she thought about stepping back. But she stayed, her pulse still quick from the kiss and his closeness.

Before he could further explain, a knock came at the bedroom door. Letting out an exasperated breath, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. “This better be good,” Reeves called out, approaching the door. He barely had it open when Whiskey swept into the room carrying Effie.

The last person he expected knocking at his door would be his sister-in-law. But there she was, pushing past him to enter his bedroom. “Why don’t you come in, Whiskey?”

“I’m already in, Reeves.” Looking around she didn’t see Stormy. She saw the misstrewn clothes on the floor and the sofa but not the physical person she was looking for. Looking at him, she realized her brother-in-law was wet and wrapped in a towel. Without thinking, her eyes glanced over him and wished she wouldn’t have. The towel wrapped around his waist hid nothing of what the good lord gave him. At that moment Stormy walked out of the bathroom, tucking a towel around herself giving Whiskey the distraction she needed.

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