Page 25 of Brutal Knight

She did still love me.

Then, surprising me, she leaned her head upwards, gripped my neck and pulled me to her.

Her lips were soft and sweet, so moldable, sowilling, so fucking willing.She wanted me, just like I wanted her.

A low groan filled my chest and I stepped forward, not kissing her back but pressing her against the shower wall.

This.

This was how it had been. Before. Before, when we were innocent kids, falling in like, and then in love, and the whole world revolved around that.

I’d spend the year eager for the summer when I could go see her. Then, when she filled my vision again, having grown and changed in such a short amount of time, the need to touch her was so strong that my heart nearly burst with the ache.

When she ran to me and threw her arms around my neck, jumping up into my arms, all was right with the world again. Despite all her changes, she was still the same.

Still my sweet, kind, attentive, heart-in-her-eyes, Tatiana.

And the look she would give me. Fuck, that look. Filled with so much trust. That no matter what had happened in between the last time we’d seen each other, she still believed I hung the moon.

“I need to hear you say you trust me,” I mumbled against her lips, pulling my fingers from her, still not kissing her back.

She clutched me closer, her arms wrapping around my neck, deepening her end of the kiss. Her desperation grew, her arms tightened, her whole body pressed to me.I wrapped a hand around her hip, and squeezed. “Say it.”

She ripped herself away. Stepping back, she stared at me, her eyes wide in shock and hurt, her chest heaving, water running down her finely shaped cheekbones, those luscious lips, and her gorgeous tits. The space between us suddenly turned us to sharp glass and walls of stone.

“Not until you say it.” Tatiana would get her kiss when, and only when, she surrendered herselffullyto me. “Show your true allegiance. Leave Rook and be with me.”

I had to know she was mine first. Because, kissing her back, remembering how we’d once been… I couldn’t go back to that place. It was too painful. Too rip-your-heart-out harsh. It would break me.

She turned away, not speaking. Reaching forward, she turned off the water, then stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel to dry herself off. "I'll get dressed."

Blue balls.I was gonna have fucking blue balls.

“I’ll do it.” Turning off the shower, I held out my hand, eyeing the towel.

She watched me carefully as I took the thick purple towel and dried her off, once again making sure to care for her attentively. I waited until I’d knelt, patting her dry as I did, to take in a ragged breath.

It had been too close, too real between us.Of course, it wouldn’t be so easy to gain her trust, but for a brief second, we’d been our old selves again.

And yet…

Throwing the towel to the side, I grabbed her hips and heaved her up against the glass wall of the shower. Then, kneeling, I buried my face between her thighs, kissing and suckling her luscious pussy that was already wet for me.

“Stop torturing me,” she breathed, wrapping her legs around my shoulders. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back.

“You deserve it.” I sunk two fingers up inside her. “Deserve to suffer, until you admit who owns your heart.”

“And you think that’s you?” She clasped my head, her fingers fisting my hair, shifting her hips, riding my face.

“I know it is.” I bit down on her clit, then laved it with my tongue, lapping up her juices.

“Never.” She moaned, writhing and rocking. I sped up the pace, fucking her harshly while attacking her clit, kissing and stroking until I knew she was almost over the edge.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice weak as she inhaled a breath. Her chest arched outwards, “I’m going to?—”

I stopped. Standing, I slid her to the floor and she stared up at me, her eyes wide, cheeks marred red with arousal. I turned her around to face the wall. “Bend over.”

She hesitated, whimpering, “But, I was about?—”

---