Page 48 of To Curse A Knight

“I’m not letting you alone until I’ve discovered every single way I can make you come undone, lass.”

His other hand moved up to my clit and his palm provided much needed friction and weight. The fingers inside me rubbed along my sensitive wall, and I could feel them almost touch through the membrane. An intense pressure built up in my abdomen, like I was going to pee.

“Let go, love.” His command was a suggestive whisper, and every sensation in my body built up to the pinnacle of tension before my body snapped like an errant bow string.

Ecstasy raced through my veins like a hit of the most potent drug, toe curling tingles worked their way through every cell of my body; the purest rush of euphoria burst from my core like a supernova explosion, the heat coursing in my blood a close comparison.

Warm liquid flooded the bedsheets, and Lucky quickly ducked his head down, his mouth closing over my gushing pussy to capture what remained of it.

“Fuck, Blondie.” His growl sounded territorial, an animal claiming his prey. “I’m going to rip you apart with what you do to me.”

He shucked his boxers in one smooth push and his thick, veiny cock sprung free. A pearlescent drip of pre-cum seeped from the tip. He pushed my thighs open, lined up, and thrust into me without hesitation. He bottomed out, unable to get deeper.

My pussy stretched around him, thoroughly warmed up and aching for more. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, meeting his gaze for a solitary moment.

Time stilled. I saw so much in his captivating eyes, though the usual lightness in them held nothing but hedonistic intent. For that single second, I caught a glimpse of the authentic man beneath—without the cocky arrogance or the sly remarks—a window to the soul of a man who needed my comfort as much as I needed his.

Was he as surprised by this connection as I was? Was this basic evolutionary chemistry, or did Lucky actually have something I needed? Something I… wanted?

“Hold on,” he gritted through his teeth, before slamming into me, pushing me deeper into the mattress with hard, desperate ruts. The raw need to fuck like animals came out with each thrust.

He fucked me hard and fast, adjusting my hips to get the deepest angle, the most delicious friction between his pubic bone and my clit, sliding his hands all over my skin with each pounding movement.

My pussy was going to be a swollen, battered mess, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be so thoroughly spent; I wanted to feel him for days and remember how Lucky took my pain away. How he granted me this escape.

Another round of fiery tingles swept up my spine. My body detonated around him as my orgasm pulled a ragged cry from my throat; I melted into the sheets, my limbs letting go from their stifling hold around his body.

Lucky thrust into me three more times before pulling out, jets of hot cum painting my torso and breasts. He massaged the mixture into my skin, a possessive gleam in his eye, before collapsing next to me.

“I’ll get tested for you,” he joked as he nuzzled into my side, stroking my hair with a gentle palm. “Then I’ll paint your insides white like a Jackson Pollock painting.”

A snort escaped me, then a giggle, and then an outright guffaw; the seriousness of what we’d just done and what it might mean disappearing as Lucky lightened the moment like he always did.

We laid in a mess of our own juices, collecting our breaths as we came down from our high. Eventually, he interlaced our fingers and tugged me upward.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He lifted me off the bed and, cradling me in his arms, carried me to the ensuite. “Then, sleep.”

I was wrong. I hadn’t been Lucky’s pawn. He’d worshipped me as his Queen, and I would feel every part of that worship when we woke up in the morning.

I would come up with a solution for this problem tomorrow.

A shrill alarm sounded from my phone; all of my ‘do not disturb’ settings came on as soon as 11 pm hit, save for Winter calling or three specific alarms—one for my home, one for my office, and one for… The Palace.

My eyes flew open, and I was shocked to see I wasn’t wearing my sleep mask. Or my earphones. A warm body curled around me; Lucky was cradling the pillow next to my ear, soft snores rumbling from between his pouty lips. His fingers were loosely interlocked with mine.

Huh. I hadn’t slept without my sleep aids since… Fuck, the alarm.

I shot up out of the bed and grabbed my phone to see the warning message flash across the screen.

The Palace. The Palace was compromised.

“Lucky,” I shouted, scrambling out of the duvet cocoon and racing to throw on some clothing. “Wake up!”

“Hrrummf,” he mumbled as he came to; I pulled on pants and frantically scrolled through the camera footage with my other hand as I did so.

Alec’s cell was empty. So was Sandra’s. And we were four hours away.

“Fuck!” I grabbed a hoodie and raced into the ensuite, grabbing Lucky’s clothes on the floor and tossing them at his head. “Get dressed. I’m going to need you to drive.”

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