Page 25 of To Curse A Knight

This wispy waif of a woman moved mountains and battled bears, with no hesitation—ruthless, bold, cunning, and brave. The violent need to unravel her coiled springs, to loosen every tightly wound fiber of her control, overtook all my senses. I couldn’t let her leave until I had her.

Gripping the base of her skull harder, I tilted her head upward to peer into her soul through the shades of her blue eyes, awaiting my answer.

“Yes,” she breathed. The light tone hardened my dick with its gentle caress. Tears collected in the corners of her eyes as I continued to pull on the roots of her hair, but my gaze never wavered from the beauty of her surrender. “Please, Aaron.”

This woman used me, choked me, tortured my body into submission, but never had she begged me. Her pleading moan dissolved all manner of my control and my body succumbed to vicious, urgentneed.

Releasing my hold, I let my hands fall to the zipper of her jacket and tugged it down to its base. I yanked it off her shoulders while my aching cock demanded to see her bare before me.

My hands gripped the hem of her cashmere sweater and pulled it swiftly over her head. She wore black delicate eyelet lace barely covering the erect pink of her nipples. Dropping to my knees, I buried my face between her breasts and mouthed the dainty fabric to suck on the flushed skin beneath.

She writhed, her body so responsive to my every ministration. I continued to lavish her nipples with my mouth as my hands roamed downward to remove her tight jeans. Following the heat of her skin once the pants were properly settled on the floor, I skated my hands across her calves, her thighs, and directly to the sticky heat of her cunt. Slick desire coated my fingers when I slipped them through her folds and I relished her whimpers as she bucked against my touch.

I would never be the only one to touch her this way, but I would ensure my brand on her skin, between her thighs, inside the deepest parts of her, could never be removed by another.Mi Reinawould forever carry my imprint. She wasmine.

“I will taste you before I fuck you.”

The declaration made her eyes roll to the back of the head before I abandoned her nipples for the flavor of her clit. I nuzzled her swollen nub with little licks before latching my entire mouth over her cunt. She let out a ragged cry, breathlessly moaning my name while my top lip vibrated against her clit and my tongue delved in to suck every drop of her desire.

Her sweetness enveloped me, a scent and taste I would never be rid of, her ownership a proud reminder of the womanI coveted as my forever. Let the other men in her life smell her on my flesh and know they would never be rid of me.

Grabbing the plump flesh of her ass, I held her in place, her body desperately trying to let go as I continued my punishing pace. Within moments, her legs trembled and a flood of sweet cum coated my tongue—the delicious sounds of her orgasm caused my trapped cock a wealth of pain.

I stood and wrapped my arms around her before she could fall to the floor. Carrying her to a large circular reading chair on the other side of the room, I nestled her into the cushions. She looked up at me, dazed satisfaction relaxing her features.

I loved seeingMi Reinalike this—unencumbered, filled with pleasure, and free from her pain.

I needed her to be filled with my cum, myself free of the pain of loving her from afar.

The winter jacket I wore dropped to the floor, my shirt unbuttoned and trousers shucked in quick movements, before my honed body was on full display.

Dazed and beautiful storm blue eyes appraised me, her stare lingering on my swollen cock leaking pre-cum, ready to impale her.

The unfiltered trust shining through her gaze nearly broke me—my love for this woman swelled from deep within the bowels of my damaged heart.

“I will not hurt you,Mi Reina—but I am a desperate man.” I stepped closer. “I will tear you in two with my cock and glue you back together with my cum.”

She bit her lip, the pouty pink flesh taunting me at the promise. Pulling her up by her chin, I bit the taunting skin, sucked it back into my mouth to soothe it, forcing her taste onto her tongue.

Then I fucked her into two pieces.

I pulled her hips forward and thrust in without warning. Her welcoming heat held me hostage as I forced myself as deeplyas she’d allow, relishing the stretch of her around my cock. Drawing back, I pounded into her again, forcing her thighs open to take more of me with every slap of skin.

The symphony of our bodies in motion was tempestuous music; haunted and soothing, possessed and depraved. I would record the sound of it next time—to remind me of the beautiful notes when the rest of our world lay in ruin.

She clung to my shoulders, nails scraping across my skin and drawing blood.

I relished her marks on my skin as I tattooed myself on her walls, claiming her just as she claimed me, our fates intertwined as if written in the stars themselves.

I was a believer in nothing—there were no gods to guide us or prophecies to provide—but I believed in her, as she believed in me.

I slowed my pace and drew her closer to my body, cradling her against my chest as I thrust in long, torturous strokes.

“I love you,Mi Reina.” I kissed the apples of her cheeks, her eyelids, and settled one final kiss to her forehead before cupping her jaw and seeking the truth in her own eyes. “You do not need to say it back, but it is the truth of my heart.”

Glazed, lustful eyes widened, but she did not shrink from my pronouncement. A silence settled between us—I continued to move languidly into her body, gently caressing her walls with my cock as her thighs wrapped around my waist to keep me there.

We fucked like this for minutes, the tension building as our gazes held, a staring contest for lovers desperate to stay in the moment. Her muscles tensed against me, seconds from her release, when she finally broke eye contact.

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