Page 82 of Brutal Knight

“I like it—”

“Do you? Or do you love it?”

I thrust all the way back inside her, bottoming out, and Willow rises to the tips of her toes. She gasps and shivers against the wall, her hands twisting in my grip.

“I love it,” she gasps. “I love it, please, please—”

I don’t want to wait anymore.

I move fast, thrusting in and out of her harder than before. Willow cries out each time I slam deep inside her, her entire body shaking as she takes me. I can feel us both racing toward the edge. My heartbeat feels too fast, the world spinning around us.

We’re so loud that I know if someone came within an inch of the back door to the club, they’d know we were fucking in the alley. It turns me on as much as Willow does when she moans, her ass grinding against me.

I stop thinking about everything—about how far we’ve come, how hard it was to get here, everything we’ve both suffered. I lose myself in Willow, forgetting the outside world and listening to the sound of her breathing and moaning as I fuck her.

She comes again, her entire body shuddering as she lets out a guttural noise. I lose it right after her, coming hard in her ass, feeling her clench around me as we both pant through the rush of it.

When I finally pull out of her, I can feel the sweat chilling on my body. Willow is just as disheveled as I am, her hair loose from the ponytail she had it up in. There are fine strands of hair stuck to her face with sweat, and when I look down, I catch sight of my cum running down her leg.

Something swells in my chest at the sight of her like this, sated and full, every inch of her body glowing in the aftermath. I release her hands and turn her around, slow but deliberate.

I kiss her hard, and Willow responds immediately, a sigh leaving her lips as she melts into my touch.

When we move apart, we’re both breathing hard. I rest my forehead against hers and bask in it for a moment. When I look down at her, she’s gazing up at me with a mixture of awe and relief. Her arms rest over my shoulders.

“You are mine,” I say quietly. “And I am yours. Please believe that.”

She watches my face as I speak, a spark of hope kindling in her blue-gray eyes. I know she needs to hear the words as much as I needed to hear her say the same thing. We both need this. I haven’t needed anyone or anything as much as I need Willow.

“I don’t want you to ever doubt that,” I tell her. “Never.”

Her small, delicate hands move to cup my face. She rises up a little, and I meet her halfway. This time, our kiss feels deeper than it’s ever been before, like we’re sealing a vow. Something made of more parts than just the words we’ve said.

This feels stronger than anything. It’s a far cry from our vows in the church, but it feels more official than any wedding vows we could have said.

It’s like we’ve both finally admitted that this is real.

And it is real. It’s not lust or the heat of the moment. This isn’t me trying to possess her, and it isn’t Willow trying to save herself. Neither of us are giving anything up by being with each other. It’s not a relationship like one Willow has had before, based in pain and fear. It isn’t like the ties I’ve forged before, like the family I found with my brothers.

This is something entirely new for the both of us. I’ve never wanted to love and protect someone as much as Willow, and I know she’s never had someone care about her as much as I do.

We deserve this. Despite the dangers and violence of the world we both inhabit, we deserve this. We deserve happiness.

Willow pulls her dress down as we finally prepare to go back inside. She fiddles with the hem of the dress for a second, and I pull my tie off and pass it to her.

“Use this.”

“Are you sure?”

“More where that came from,” I say, smirking. “Although I don’t hate the idea of you going back in there with my cum still leaking out of you.”

Willow’s eyes darken. She hesitates for a moment, then holds my gaze as, instead of wiping herself up with my tie, she just tugs her panties back into place.

“Fuck,” I groan, my cock twitching back to life again as I tuck it away. “Jesus fucking Christ, Willow. I think ‘angel’ might be the wrong nickname for you.”

Her smile is both sweet and sinfully sexy as she loops the tie around my neck again. Then her arm slides through mine, and I tug her close against me as I lead her back inside.

We walk through the back of the club together. Lachlan looks up at us as we approach him and the others at the bar, and his green eyes give us a fast once-over before he arches an eyebrow.

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