Page 65 of To Curse A Knight

For the last several years, I’d deprived myself of a real romantic connection with anyone, mistaking the need to have someone as a weakness instead of a strength, determined to never have my chest ripped out of my body ever again.

My stupidity was a shining light now; I drew strength from Aaron’s solid hold, the simple action far more powerful than I’d ever given credit.

An overwhelming need toshowhim how much he meant to me swept through my spine, and I rose from my cuddled perch in his lap, pressing a desperate kiss to his lips.

There was no softness, no romance, despite what I was trying to convey with that simple touch of skin. I wanted to devour him, to get inside his body; to tattoo myself on his soul, so no matter what happened in the coming weeks, we’d never be apart.

I loved this man so definitively, so purposefully.mi cabellero oscuro.

The abrupt shift in mood didn’t stop Aaron from returning my kiss just as fiercely, his tongue seeking entrance as if he’d never once tasted my skin. I shifted in his arms, turning toward him to straddle his waist. I locked my thighs with his in a tight grip, needing to be as close to his heat as possible.

His hands rose to my hips, shifting me to slide over his hardening length. He groaned deep in his throat at the contact; the masculine sound shot sparks of heat from the base of my spine to the swelling hood of my clit.

Our lips, our tongues, fused together, unable to stop to breathe in our desperation to become one being. He loosened his grip on my hip and shoved my skirt up to my waist, toying with the damp fabric of my pantyhose as I wriggled above him, encouraging his touch with light bucks of my pelvis.

His cock was now steel, jutting out of the loose sweatpants fabric; the engorged head draped in cotton and teasing me like a too-small dildo.

Aaron broke away from our kiss with a light curse. He looked down at the junction between my thighs with a frown. Then he reached two hands down and ripped the pantyhose in two, right at the crotch.

Impressive, since they were the no-run kind. They probably hadn’t been tested by horny killers, though.

Then he lifted me slightly, shoving down his sweats and boxers with one hand. His deliciously swollen and seeping cock was exposed right where I needed it.

Hislips were on mine again and he yanked me down on top of him, sheathing himself inside me in one hard pull.

I moaned at the stretch of him inside me. The thickness of his shaft filled me so deeply I’d feel the memory of him tomorrow.

We stayed there for a moment, lost in another depthless kiss of longing and love, our bodies held together like a lock and its proper key.

I became wet to the point of soaking while we held ourselves still in a silent promise; mind, body, and heart. When I attempted to move, to ride him so desperately, he gripped my hips tightly and held me immobile.

“We have a visitor,” he whispered against the shell of my ear. I stiffened, my pussy clenching around him as I did so, and he let out another irresistible moan that had my insides quaking.

Before I could turn around to see which of the wayward men had shown up unannounced, Aaron broke the silence.

“Are you joining us,companero?”

His question was as smooth and heated as melted butter, seductively influenced by his desire. I turned my head to see Kellan’s navy blue eyes fixed on the crease of my ass where our bodies joined, and the outline of his own desire was fighting against his pants.

He licked his pouty lips like he was a lion stalking his next meal, and my pussy clenched again. The idea of being sandwiched between them, with nothing between us but sweat and skin more arousing than anything I’d ever pictured.

“She likes that idea.” Aaron chuckled darkly against my neck, and abruptly thrust up, pulling a sharp cry of ecstasy from my lips. “If we are to share her, we can share her, no?”

My gaze flitted between the burning caramel of Aaron’s to the stormy blues of Kellan’s; their lust-filled stares speaking in a code I didn’t need to decipher.

“Kellan?” My voice dripped with want, my arousal soaking Aaron’s thighs. I shifted on top of him, rising upward, only to fall back down on his cock once more as a desperate shudder filled me.

With a growl, my fierce Viking protector was suddenly behind me, the heat of his chest against my shoulders. His coarse palms gripped my neck, tilting my head back to claim my mouth in a ravenous kiss, his tongue forcing my mouth open to submit to his exploration.

I lifted my hips and slowly rode Aaron’s cock, basking in the waves of pleasure at each filling pass. My clit deliciously rubbed against his pelvic bone as he let me take control of him, while Kellan took control of me.

Too quickly, he broke our kiss and turned on his heel, heading to my bedroom. I watched the retreat curiously while Aaron took control of my body, slamming me back down on him more insistently; an orgasm was building in me so fast it was about to blind me with its ferocity.

“Not yet,” Aaron tutted. His hand gripped my chin and turned my attention back solely on him. “Let him see it.”

His eyes gleamed with a feral hunger I’d never seen, and I realized he was getting off on this, too. Did he enjoy watching me with the hot blonde Viking, or was it more than a voyeuristic kink?

It really didn’t matter. That Aaron was willing for this, willing to love me and share me with another man who held my heart, was more than I could have ever dreamed, and I wasn’t going to question his motivations.

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