Page 44 of Capacity
“I could never think you were weak.” He pressed a single kiss against the inside of my wrist and I tried to yank my hand away. Knight was stronger than my searing embarrassment though. He dug his fingers in so that I couldn’t move then he kissed me again a little further up my wrist.
“Knight, stop. What are you doing?” I tried to pull away again but it was pointless.
“I’m kissing your battles, Lumi. I’m kissing the times in the past that I couldn’t be there for you. I’m kissing all the pain that consumes your heart and pours out of your eyes. I’m kissing all the times you were hurting and alone.” The words he spoke against my scarred and ugly skin burned like holy water on a demon.
Sobs broke free from my chest and rattled through me, shaking the air around us. Like he knew, Knight took my left hand and pulled back the sleeve, peeling back my protective skin and baring the hideous scar that proved my weakness.
“You’re beautiful, baby,” he murmured against my wrist. My pulse thumped beneath my skin…beneath his lips while he shut his eyes and kissed the marred trail of death up my arm. He was so tender and warm I couldn’t stop crying. He dislodged a plug wedged so far inside my soul it had become a part of me.
“I want to see you,” he told me. “All of you, Lumi.” He slid his hand under my sweatshirt and rubbed my stomach letting his fingers roam over the soft parts of me that never tightened up after having Kaiden. He sighed with so much satisfaction like I was the epitome of pleasure and touching me was the ultimate experience. I’d never felt worshipped before that moment.
With his encouragement bolstering me, I took my shirt off and dropped it off the side of the bed. Next, I took off my leggings and panties, kneeling up in the bed while he studied me like I was his favorite painting.
He leaned forward wetting his lips while his eyes remained trained on mine. “Fuck, Lumi. You’re perfect.” I wouldn’t have believed those words before but now hearing them come from Knight with the look of awe on his beautiful face made me a believer. Maybe Iwasperfect or at least perfect to him.
He saw my scars and kissed them. He kissed the pain and sorrow. He painted them across his lips and wore them as if they were his own. I watched his eyes and they held so much compassion and empathy that I nearly broke down into tears again.
“I want to see you too,” I said soft and shy with tears thickening my voice. If we were going to bare it all, I didn’t want to be the only one exposed.
Knight pulled his shirt off then his sweats and boxer briefs. He stood in front of me, a chiseled statue of a God. The exquisite sculpture of his chest and abs boasted of handcrafted concrete muscle. Thick and dense. Rock hard.
The sinewy cuts at his narrow hips pulled my eyes down to his stiff cock. It was a beautiful sight to see. It turned a key inside of me releasing carnal and ancient feelings that churned until heat spilled into my core, into my gut, burning me up from the inside out.
Knight was a masterpiece.
He climbed into bed and curled his long fingers around my neck, pulling me to meet his lips. We fell into a kiss that started out soft and slow but turned into an inferno after a few seconds. The fact that I had this man…myman in my bed, kissing me and touching me turned me on so much that I forgot all about arguing with Coco. Some of the pain from remembering Kaiden in such vivid detail even faded away. Knight worked his magic on me expertly.
I let my fingers climb down rungs of abs and firm smooth skin until I gripped his dick. I kissed along his jawline letting the dirty blonde stubble tickle my lips. He pulled on my hair and peered into my eyes.
“Tell me what happened, Lumi. I want to know. I don’t care how ugly it is.” He picked up my hand and kissed my wrist. “I want to hear it from your mouth.”
He already knew. I could tell by the way he spoke. You didn’t get scars like mine from some childhood injury. Scars like those came at a steep price.
“I tried to kill myself,” I whispered, not able to meet his gaze. I listened to him push out a short puff of air through his nose and I glanced at him. His eyes were shut as he soaked in my words.
When he looked at me again, I was holding back tears. What if he didn’t know and hearing me say it solidified the fact that I was weak and selfish?
Knight’s strong fingers dug into my jawline as he held my gaze captive. “Promise me you won’t ever do that shit again, Lumi.” His voice was a low growl.
“I promise,” I said nearly breathless. I hadn’t been willing to make that promise before he asked. I didn’t think I could hold up my end of the bargain before but with him looking at me like that I had no choice. I didn’t want to leave Knight. It would hurt too much and I couldn’t bear to think about the way it would make him feel.
I cared about him. I cared about what he thought and I cared about his pain. He couldn’t suffer through something like that. I didn’t want to do anything that would take me away from him either because the longer I was with him the more I couldn’t picture a life without him.
Once he had my promise, we collided into another kiss, lying back on the bed with him settling between my thighs. My pussy throbbed and ached for him. “You mean too much to me. I can’t lose you,” he whispered against my ear before raining kisses down my neck. The head of his dick pressed against me and I shuddered, needing to feel him inside me.
I wanted him to make me feel again. I wanted to grab hold of the warmth he always draped me in and never let go. I wanted to breathe that feeling.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I told him. His mouth moved from my neck to my breasts. He took each nipple in his warm mouth, sucking until they tightened into rigid peaks for him. Then he moved down my stomach kissing my navel and running his lips along my c-section scar. He paused there momentarily and I felt the adoration pouring from him into me. Like he was saying a prayer before he moved down to my thighs. His fingertips dug in, dimpling my flesh with his grip.
I opened for him, spread my legs and offered myself to him. Only him. He breathed my scent and stared at me like he didn’t know what to do. Anticipation hammered against my chest.
“Please, Knight. I need to feel you,” I whimpered.
“I could stare at you forever,” he muttered against my pussy lips. He kissed them before spreading me open. “You are so beautiful, Lumi.” He kissed my clit and my breath stumbled up my throat and out of my mouth. With a gentle swipe of his tongue, he took the first taste and I knew I’d never let another man touch me the way he did.
I fell back against the cool sheets, tunneling my fingers through his blond silk. The sensation of his stubble made me buzz. It was the perfect roughness against my soft inner thighs. My hips lifted to meet his deliberate tongue strokes.
“Oh, god,” I moaned, drowning in my own pleasure. Flames engulfed me while Knight’s mouth sucked and licked my clit. My hips rolled in a circle while I fucked his face like a woman with no morals.
