Page 118 of Brutal Knight

“Connor… I can’t… I can’t…”

I look up at her to watch her face as she reaches her climax. Her eyes are shut, head tilted toward the stars. She’s beautiful with her lips parted just slightly, a flush of color on her cheeks. Her dark curls fall over her shoulders, just a bit out of place from tossing her head, and her chest rises and falls as she pants for breath.

“Come for me,” I tell her, twisting my fingers and moving faster. She’s so wet, slick and perfect for me. “Let me see you come on my hand. Soak my fucking fingers, angel.”

I go faster, harder. She cries out, digging her fingers into my shoulders, her thighs trembling.

“Connor! Fuck!”

She comes hard, a scream echoing in the night air as her hips roll against my hand, bringing my fingers deeper inside her. I can feel every pulse of her orgasm as she clenches around me.

I let her pant through it, sliding my free hand along her thigh. I stand up, and she rests her head against my shoulder for a moment as she catches her breath. Turning my head, I press a kiss to her hair.

“That’s my good girl,” I say. “So fucking good.”

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Willow

My heart is racing so fast, I swear it’s going to fly out of my chest. I’m still panting even after a few seconds, the rush running through my veins.

It’s like this with Connor. He always manages to know exactly how to make me feel good, and it’s so intense that it takes a while to come back to reality.

I don’t even want to right now. I don’t want to come back to reality. Not really. I want to stay in this perfection with him, want to stay above the rest of the world and float somewhere out of reach.

He kisses me, and it feels like he’s tasting my soul, like we’re closer than we’ve ever been. His arms wrap around me and my entire being feels held, wrapped up in him. I feel safer in his arms than I’ve ever felt anywhere.

I love him so fucking much.

But as the moment fades, something else replaces the sweetness. Something deeper, hotter.

I’m never going to stop wanting him, needing him. Nothing can change the way everything in my body burns when I think about him. Right now, that’s more true than ever.

“How did that feel, huh?” he asks, running his hands along my thighs. “I bet they heard you inside, didn’t they? Heard you come, heard you scream for me.”

I shiver as he stands before me, his body pushing my legs apart. I’m getting wet all over again, craving his cock inside me. I’m aching at the thought of it, throbbing with need.

I know he’s feeling it too. I reach out to him and slide my hand into his pants, feeling the heat of his cock. He’s hard, and I know he’s been ready since he brought me out here.

“What do you want now, my sweet wife?” he asks, leaning close. He bites at my neck, moving toward my breasts. “Should I fuck you right here?”

I shiver as his mouth moves across my skin, making marks as he goes. I know I won’t be able to hide them after this. I won’t even want to.

“Oh god… fuck, you make me so…”

“So what?” he asks, his voice a growl by my ear. “Desperate? Maybe I should make you wait, then. See how I can make you beg for me when I finally fuck you.”

He thrusts against my palm, groaning, and for a moment, I think he really might unzip himself and drive into me right here on the hood of the car.

But then he pulls back, quickly pulling my hand away, his hand sliding up my neck and under my chin.

“I want you all to myself,” he growls. “I want to fuck you properly, hard, so you can’t even move. I’m taking you home.”

I shiver at the promises, at the thought of what he’ll do.

He picks me up and puts me in the car, and I throw my seatbelt on as soon as I’m sitting. My mind is a hazy mess as he starts to drive us home, the stars streaking by in the windows.

I look over at him as he drives, trying to memorize every inch of his face—the sharp line of his jaw, the strength in his features, the faint shadow of stubble that he’ll clean up in the morning.

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