Page 94 of Knight

Her fingers trace my jaw, the touch igniting sparks beneath my skin. "Is that what made you trust me? Capability?"

I stand, forcing her back step by step, until her ass connects with my desk. Her body is soft where mine is hard, her warmth seeping through our clothes. I press my lips to her throat, and her gasp sends fire through my blood.

"You did that by refusing to break." My teeth graze over her skin. "By pushing back when I pushed you."

My hands find the hem of her shirt, and creep beneath it, finding skin that burns against my palms. The small sound she makes fractures my control.

I lift her onto the edge of my desk, careful of the equipment as I step between her thighs. The oversized waistband of my sweatpants sits low on her hips, and the sight of her wearing something of mine only sharpens the hunger building inside me. Her legs wrap around my waist, locking me against her, and I can feel the heat of her through the material separating us.

"Knight ..." Her hands find my shoulders, sliding upward until her fingers are buried in my hair, tugging lightly as I dip my head.

I start at her throat, tasting her skin, warm and soft, under my lips. Her shirt rides higher as my hands move beneath it, tugging it up, revealing her inch by inch, until I can pull it over her head and toss it to one side. The sight of her in just a bra and my sweatpants does something to me, awakens a possessive satisfaction that I can’t ignore.

I kiss her, swallowing the soft gasp she lets out as I drop one hand to her hip. My fingers curl around the waistband of the sweatpants.

“Stand up.”

She doesn’t argue, and I drag them down her thighs, then let them fall to pool around her ankles.

“You look better in those than I do … but I much prefer you out of them.”

Her laugh is breathless, cut off when I capture her lips again, one hand braced on the desk to steady us. Her hands drop to the waistband of my pants, her urgency matching my own, and I shove them down just enough to free my dick.

The desk creaks beneath her as I push her back, and lean over her, trailing kisses along her throat, across her collarbone, down until I reach her breast. My tongue circles her nipple before I suck it into my mouth. Her breaths grow shallow, her hand stretching out to wrap around my dick.

“Don’t tease me, Knight.” Her voice is low and breathless. “I don’t want to wait.”

I lift my head, eyes tracking over her face. “No condom.”

She shakes her head, arching up until my dick slides against her clit. “I don’t care.”

That’s all the permission I need. My hand reaches between us, finding her clit and stroking until she gasps, her body jerkingagainst me. I tease her just long enough to hear her broken pleas, to feel her nails digging into my skin, and then I guide myself into her, slow and deliberate, filling her inch by inch.

Her head tips back, a broken moan escaping her lips as I push deeper. Her thighs lock around me, pulling me closer, her body arching to meet mine like she was made for this.

Made for me.

She meets me thrust for thrust, her rhythm perfectly synced with mine, every movement stoking the fire between us. Her gasps turn into cries, my name falling from her lips over and over, each one more desperate than the last.

Her nails rake down my back as her body shakes. The sound she makes when she breaks—the gasp that leaves her lips—is enough to push me over the edge. I bury my face against her neck, as I follow her, the intensity of it leaving me breathless.

For a moment, neither of us moves. Her legs stay locked around my waist, holding me there, while her fingers trace slow, absentminded patterns up and down my spine.

Her hair is a mess, her skin flushed, and she’s wearing nothing but her bra and my sweatpants bunched around one ankle.

It’s a mess. We’re a mess.

And I want to do it all over again.

"Knight?" Her voice carries traces of vulnerability that makes something tighten in my chest.

"Hmm?"

"Promise me something?"

I should say no. I should try to regain the distance I need. I should remember all the reasons attachments are dangerous in my world.

Instead, I brush my lips across her temple. "What?"

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