Page 58 of Brutal Knight

I undress her slowly, taking a moment after every piece of clothing hits the floor.

Finally, I have her naked on the bed. She has her hands curled in the sheets, tight but not white-knuckled. I can tell that she’s waiting for me to move, anticipating what comes next.

God, Willow is beautiful. I don’t look at her scars now. I just look at her, taking in the blue-gray depths of her eyes and the way her dark curls make them stand out like stars. Her bottom lip is red from biting it, her cheeks flushed. She’s slim from years of being given not enough, but there’s a softness to her body, in the swell of her hips and breasts.

She sure as hell deserves better than she’s had all her life, and for once, she’s going to get it.

I lean over her, one hand on the bed to hold myself up, but I leave the other side open. When I lower to kiss her, I can feel her loosen beneath me. A breath she was holding escapes her lips in a sigh, and I feel it when I kiss her.

I can tell she’s trying not to touch. Her hands are clenching the sheets. I want her to feel like she can touch me, but I know it’ll happen if I just keep going. So I do.

I move from her lips to her neck, gently biting, enough for her to gasp a little. I taste her skin, feeling her shudder beneath me. From where her chest is pressed against mine, I can feel her heart beating faster. I know she’s feeling this, feeling every touch.

I slowly trail down her collarbone, away from her neck. I circle her nipple with my tongue, making her arch off the bed. It happens so fast she can’t contain herself. She tries to push herself down, but I focus, tugging at her nipple and gently rolling the other in my fingers.

Willow responds in waves, her whole body shuddering with the force. She’s still trying to hold back just a little, and I can’t have that.

I know what I want to do, but Willow needs time. She has to feel safe. So for now, I make good on the promise I made.

“Put your hands above your head,” I say.

Willow blinks, dazed. There’s a brief flicker of resistance in her eyes, but I know she’s thinking about what I told her.

I told her I’d make her feel good. To trust me.

She shakily raises her hands. Her fingertips brush the headboard, then her palms press against it. The sight makes heat pool deep inside me, and my cock throbs, pressing against the confines of my pants. I hold back though, tracing her arm with my fingers. Willow shivers at my touch, her body arching toward me.

“Good,” I murmur. I slide my hand over her stomach, careful, until I reach between her legs.

Her thighs are trembling when I touch her. Willow tries to rise up a little to see me, but I carefully press one hand against her chest.

“Just relax,” I say. “Close your eyes and just feel it.”

I can tell it takes a lot for her to let go. But she does, sinking back onto the bed as I start to kiss the insides of her thighs. She’s so wet when I touch her, and I can tell she’s only getting more and more aroused. I can’t help feeling pleased, deeply satisfied by the way Willow is falling apart beneath me.

I like knowing that she’s never been this way with another man, that I’m able to give her something no one else has. I wish she didn’t have to experience all the pain to get here.

But I have Willow now, and I’m going to make damn sure she knows just how good things can be.

“Spread your legs wider,” I tell her. I slide my hand along her leg, over her knee and down to her calf.

She reacts almost immediately, still shaking a little when she moves her legs apart. I don’t do anything just yet, starting from her navel and moving down from there. I take my time to kiss her skin, gently biting as I go. Every touch has her shuddering.

I slide a finger over her clit, not toying with it just yet, and even that brief touch is enough to make her moan.

When I press my tongue to her clit, Willow almost rises off the bed, her eyelids fluttering and a moan escaping her lips. Her fingers twist in the sheets, pulling them tight as she tries to hold herself still.

“Lift your hips.” I press my fingertips to her hip bones. “Just a little.”

She moves without thinking now, no second-guessing left. It makes something burn in my chest to see her obey like this, giving in and letting me guide her. I know how hard it must be for her to give someone control. How much she’s probably afraid of someone taking advantage of that power.

I’ll have to show her that I won’t abuse this gift, that I won’t abuse her. I don’t need to control her. I just want to help her let go, stop having to think about how to save herself and let herself enjoy it instead.

I know no one has ever looked out for her like this before. No one’s done the work of making her feel good.

That’s going to change.

I look up at Willow before I finally go further. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open to let a sigh out. The color on her cheeks is a rosy pink, her dark hair mussed around her face. She looks so beautiful like this, undone and uninhibited. There’s nothing stopping her from being just what she is—beautiful.

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