Page 39 of Dice & Dekes

My cock twitches. Yeah, I’m not going anywhere.

“Oh,” I whisper. “I didn’t get my kiss.”

Knova turns her head. Her eyes find mine in the low light, and they’re already dark with something I really, really hope is want. “You did earn it,” she murmurs. “I suppose it’s only fair.”

“What if one kiss isn’t enough?”

Knova’s mouth twitches, caught between emotions. “You know how your mom likes to overshare?”

I nod.

“You know her favorite story about you as a baby?”

I groan. “Knova—”

“Given any opportunity, she always complains that you chapped the hell out of her nipples. You were a biter, too, allegedly. Apparently, you were as obsessed with nipples as Dante is with bringing back the magic.”

“Oh my God.” I smush my face into the pillow so I won’t have to see her anymore. She’s positively gleeful.

“I’m of two minds about biting, but I hope your technique has improved since then, is all I’m saying.” Her fingers brush the back of my neck. “That is if one kiss isn’t enough.”

My heart slams against my ribs so hard it might crack. Her fingers curl into my hair and tug, gently but firmly. I roll toward her, unable to stop myself…

It starts out soft—just lips brushing lips. But Knova doesn’t do anything halfway. One second, I’m tasting her Chapstick, and the next, she’s climbing on top of me.

Her lips meet mine before I can beg.

And this is the part where I break. Because I know how she kisses when she wants to make a point. When she wants to win. This isn't that. This is… careful. Tender. Like she’s not sure if this is goodbye or the start of something. And that kills me.

Her thigh slides between mine, her hips over mine, her body settling like she’s trying to break me with the weight of her want.

I moan. She swallows it. I tilt my head and open to her, and her tongue flicks into my mouth like a promise I’m not allowed to keep. My hands go to her hips—meant to steady, but they grip. They drag. I’m not gentle. I can’t be. She’s moving against me, and I’m so hard it hurts.

She gasps into my mouth and rolls her hips again. My cock pops out of the fly of my pajama pants, my head engorged and leaking precum, and notches along her slit. I can feel her silk-covered pussy lips wrap around me, gliding back and forth, drenching the fabric with her juices. The sensations of Knova bucking against me almost cause me to come.

“Knova,” I whisper. “God.”

She leans back just enough to look down at me, chest heaving. “Still just a kiss?”

“That depends,” I rasp. “Are you done, wife?”

“Not even close.”

Her mouth crashes onto mine again, and she’s kissing me like I’m air. Like she needs me to live. My hands find her thighs, then the edge of her shorts, and I hold them like an anchor.

Her center rocks right over my cock and I swear I see stars. It’s filthy. It’s desperate. It’s us.

I bite her lip. She claws at my shoulders. I mouth along her throat and feel her whole body stutter when I whisper her name into her skin.

And then she freezes. Just for a second. And I know the moment’s turning. The weight of it is settling over us like smoke.

“Vik…” she breathes, and her voice sounds too close to breaking. “We should stop.”

I nod, forehead pressed to her shoulder. “Yeah.”

But neither of us moves. Not for a while.

Eventually, she shifts off me, curling against my side. I’m still rock hard, still burning, but I don’t touch her again. I don’t dare.

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