Knight, p.8
Knight, page 8
His hands wrap around the front of my neck, pulling me slightly toward him, getting my full attention. “You are fucking mine.” He growls the word mine, putting emphasis on the word.
I bite my lip trying to stop the smile. “I like that, a lot,” I admit to him, I love the idea of being his.
“Yours.” I put my hand on his wrist, holding tightly.
It’s like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Being abused, you have this fear in the back of your mind that something like this would affect the way someone feels about you.
“Fucking mine.” His voice is dark, deep and I can feel it all the way to my toes, the claiming of me being his.
God, it’s everything.
I sigh, the words coating every part of me. Every worry and doubt it gone. Living with the MC the last year, I know what the meaning of being claimed means.
It’s the real deal.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he tells me.
I nod, his hand moving from my neck, burying into my hair and pulling my face to his, his lips covering mine.
A small gasp leaves my mouth at the feel of him, I’m aching for him. I want him to touch all of me.
I just want him.
His hand tightens in my hair, drawing me closer as he gently presses me back into my bed, kissing me deeper.
I sigh, my hands snaking their way into the back of his shirt, needing to touch him. His back flexes at my touch.
His lips leave mine, his eyes looking into mine again. I can see the need he has for me.
“Are you sure?” he asks me again.
I nod without hesitation. I’m not scared. The need for him is overpowering. He smiles and sits up, gripping the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head.
My eyes go to the muscles on his chest, a small smattering of hair on the center of his chest.
I can’t resist reaching out and touching him. My fingers slowly drift along and his stomach flexes when I run my finger along his abs.
I bite my lip because I can’t believe this is happening right now.
He hands reach out, tugging on the ends of my shirt and I lift my arms so he can pull it over my head.
He curses, his hands fisting the blanket on either side of me. I’m not wearing a bra so when he took my shirt off it left me exposed to him, except my underwear.
His eyes look at me and I swear I can feel the heat from every little glance. “God, I am a lucky fucking bastard,” he growls.
He grips my sides and lifts me further up the bed. He looks at me one last time before he grips either side of my panties and tears them from my body.
I squeal slightly in shock that he did that. I laugh, but on the inside I feel like I could pass out at any second.
He bites his bottom lip, his eyes taking in every inch of me. His lethal stare starts to make me feel self-conscious.
I start to cover myself, but his hands snap out and catch them before I can even touch myself.
“Darlin, don’t do that. You’re beautiful,” he tells me, his voice soft. His hand slides down my side to the outside of my thigh.
Goosebumps break out across my skin. “Knight,” I whisper, resting my hands on his stomach.
He feels so far away.
He slams his mouth back on mine, he changes to a gentle and toe-curling kiss and I can feel it in every part of me.
My breathing is hard and I’m shaking all over in anticipation of what’s to come.
I want this so bad, but I have flashes in the back of my mind that will it hurt like I remembered? The pain was so intense at times that I felt like I was going to die.
I know that’s unrealistic because I know with my whole heart that he wouldn’t hurt me, but maybe there is something wrong with me?
What if he looks at me and decides that I’m not what he thought I was?
His hand cups the side of my face, turning me to look at him. I didn’t even know that I spaced off, looking to the side of the wall.
“What’s on your mind, sweet girl?” he inquires sweetly.
I open my mouth and then I close it, unsure of what to say to him. “Nothing, I’m just nervous,” I admit honestly because it is true.
He sits up, pulling me onto his lap. “You know that I would be fine if we never had sex right? I would be fine lying my ass right next to you and just sleeping.”
Some of the fear melts away with his words as I’m feeling very vulnerable right now. I kiss him, wanting to put what I am feeling into him.
The fear is real but my want for him is so much more. I want to be connected to him on this level.
“I want you, Knight. I want to be with you. I want you to show me how it’s supposed to be, from someone who cares about me. Make me yours.” The words pour out of me.
He sighs. “I would rather fucking die than hurt you in any single way, baby.”
Tears fill my eyes at his words, words that I didn’t know that I needed. They’re like a balm to my soul.
I push my hair over my shoulder, the strands tickling the center of my back. “Just love me,” I say breathlessly.
He presses his forehead against mine. “Darlin, you fucking undo me.” He sighs deeply.
He kisses me hard, cupping the back of my neck, pulling me tight against him. I run my hands down his stomach, loving the tightness of his stomach, the power beneath my hands, the strength.
God, he is so attractive.
His lips drift from my lips and he tugs on the ends of my hair so my head is tilted to the side. His lips suck, kissing along my neck.
I clutch his sides because I am shivering and have goosebumps all over. I know I am soaking his lap from the small bit of touching that he is doing right now.
He settles me back onto the bed with him still between my legs.
One hand is holding mine, our fingers intertwined and the other is cupping my thigh, lifting my leg higher.
His eyes stare into mine, his fingers rubbing gently, drifting along closer and closer to the part that I am dying for him to touch.
He kisses his way down the center of my chest, his hands right at the edge of where I need him.
I open my legs wider trying to get him to move closer.
He chuckles, his head right above my nipple. I look down just as his mouth closes around the nipple, pulling deep into his mouth.
I gasp at the feeling.
“Oh, God,” I moan.
He moves to the other side, doing the same thing and driving me insane. He lifts his head to look at me, his hand lifting from my inner thigh.
He watches my every expression as his thumb glides along my lips. I know I’m soaking his hand.
I bite my lip, opening my legs wider, giving the go ahead to do what I am aching for.
His thumb slides in between, pressing his thumb into my clit. I press my face into his chest at the sudden pleasure. He kisses the side of my neck, lazily. His thumb moves in small, tiny little circles.
He presses his knuckle against my opening, while moving his thumb at the same time.
My legs are shaking already and it won’t take much for me to fall over the edge. I was already soaking wet for him before he even touched me.
He removes his thumb and my eyes flash open at him taking it away but I moan deeply when he sinks a finger into me and then another.
He lazily and slowly glides his finger in and out of me, driving me insane.
“Oh, God.” I moan when he rubs my clit and strokes his fingers inside of me at the same time.
My legs are shaking, my body chasing the orgasm that it’s craving. “God, you’re so fucking tight around my fingers.”
I bite his shoulder, trying not to be loud. “I’m so close.”
He moves his fingers faster. “I can feel how close you are.”
He removes his hands suddenly and I gasp, sitting up because I was about to come. He removes the rest of his clothing and stares down at me.
He grips my feet and pulls me to the edge of the bed and gets onto his knees on the floor. “What are you doing?” I ask him. I feel hot all over.
He throws my legs over his shoulders, placing his face right above my pussy. He licks his lips before running his tongue along my lips and spreading me open so he can suck my clit into his mouth.
My toes curl and I come instantly. I bite my hand and my eyes roll back into my head at the insane pleasure.
He doesn’t stop, his fingers are deep inside me once again as his tongue tortures my clit.
I grip the bedding, trying to wrap my head around the amount of pleasure he is giving me right now.
“Oh, God! Knight!”
One second, I’m dying to push him away because it’s too much and the next second I’m trying to pull him closer.
One second, I’m chasing the high and the next second I’m falling again. My whole body is shaking.
I sit forward and kiss him hard. I can taste myself on his lips and it just turns me on even more.
I reach my hand forward and cup him through his boxers. I tug on the edge of his boxers, wanting to drag them down his legs.
He stands up and I help him pull them down. I suck in a sharp breath at the sight of him, my mouth watering at how big he is.
I run my finger along the tip, loving the way he jumps at the sudden contact. “Make love to me,” I whisper emotionally.
I scoot up the bed and he follows me, crawling his way to me and my head rests on the pillow.
I fight the urge to not turn on my stomach and get into the submissive pose that I was taught in the cult.
But I want him to love me, I want to feel that with him. He grips my thigh, lifting it so that it’s resting against his hip.
I sigh feeling him pressed against me, rubbing his dick along my clit. I’m so sensitive, I jolt at the sudden, intense pleasure.
I grip his back and he presses against my opening. I relax as he gathers my hands and intertwines our fingers together lifting them on either side of my face. “Ready?” he asks, his voice softer than I have heard from him before.
I nod. “Ready.”
I lift my hips and his tip slips right inside. He grips my hands tight and he slowly eases himself in. He does little pushes and pulls each time until he’s fully seated inside me.
His eyes never leave mine the whole time to make sure that I’m okay. I have never felt safer and more cared for in my life.
It’s a tight fit, almost painful, but the feeling of being filled by him is so intoxicating and I’m already addicted. “God, I’m so full,” I moan.
I throw my head back and he kisses my exposed throat. “I could live inside of you,” he whispers in my ear. I moan and lift my hips and somehow, he moves a little deeper inside of me.
I lean forward and kiss him deeply, my heart in my throat. He is letting me adjust to his size.
My hands sink into his hair, drawing him closer to me, needing his lips on me. He moves gently and I gasp at the feeling.
I never expected it to be like this. His lips kiss the gasp away from me and his hands grip my thigh, lifting it higher as he increases his tempo. The fire between my legs is growing with every little stroke.
His eyes connect with mine. I smile at him, he smiles back and he cups my face gently, tenderly. I think I’m falling for him; I can feel it right in my soul.
“God, I never dreamed I would find you, but here you are.” He shakes his head and rests his forehead against mine.
Words aren’t needed after this, we are eye to eye never leaving each other as he brings us closer and closer to the edge.
The feeling of him moving inside of me, the weight of his body on top of mine, is everything. I clench around him, biting my lip trying not to be loud.
I feel like I’m on fire, every part of me is on the edge, my toes are curled. “I can feel how close you are,” he moans in my ear. “The feeling of you around me...” He trails off, growling.
He puts his hand on the headboard and moves faster, harder. I hold my breath, my eyes rolling back.
I grip his arms hard, my nails digging into his biceps. I grip the pillow next to me, trying to muffle the sounds that are escaping me, but with very little success.
He covers my mouth, smirks at me and then with his free hand, he reaches between us both.
His thumb rolls my clit, that’s all it takes.
He kisses me hard, silencing the sounds. I’m shaking, my whole body is jelly. He chuckles against my lips and slips out of me, my eyes widening looking down at him.
He turns me around until I’m face down on the pillow, his large hands grip my hips, lifting me until I am hip to hip with him.
He slips back inside me and I start to sit up, coming again from the new angle. I peek back at him and clench around him seeing him with his head thrown back in pleasure.
I arch my back, pushing myself harder against him. “God,” I moan, gripping the pillow beneath my hand.
“Better hold the fuck on, I want you to feel me. I don’t want you to forget feeling me between your legs.”
I grip the headboard, throw my hair back so it’s fanning over my back, and I look back at him, watching him move slowly, his dick slipping in and out of me.
He winks right before he slams into me, hard.
I gasp, tightening my hands and that’s all it takes for him to hammer into me like this is his last moment on earth.
“Oh, God.” I moan at every slap of his skin against mine, his dick hitting my cervix with every pound.
My body isn’t mine right now, it’s at the mercy of Knight.
He runs his hand down my back until he fists my hair. My head snaps back and he slams his mouth onto mine pounding into me so hard, everything around me turns black.
The pleasure is too much for me to handle. I grit my teeth and all I can do is hold on.
He pinches my clit and my whole body jolts before my legs give out and I come again, hard.
My whole body stiffens and he comes, groaning. His front falls to my back as he comes with me.
I let out a deep breath and stuff the pillow under my neck. “I think you killed me,” I joke but am I joking?
He laughs and gently slides out of me.
It gets quiet and I look over at him. “Did I hurt you?” he asks me, rubbing my back.
“You did not hurt me, that was amazing, Knight. I didn’t know it could be like that,” I admit honestly, what I just felt was unreal.
And I’m addicted.
I turn around and scoot closer to him, wanting to touch him. “You would never hurt me, Knight.” I cup his face, loving the way he feels beneath my hand, just any part of him, I love touching him.
He closes his eyes. I pull him over and he rests his head on my chest. I bury my hands into his hair, rubbing his scalp.
“Darlin, you have me fucked,” he whispers against my chest.
“Same,” I joke.
He sits up and looks at me. “I am, baby. I am yours too,” he admits to me.
My eyes water at the sweetness of him. “Knight,” I breathe.
I kiss him deeply. “Let’s go shower,” he tells me and lifts me out of bed, carrying me. I wrap my legs around his waist.
He reaches in the shower, turning the water on. I wrap my arms around his neck, tucking my face in the crook of his neck. “The way you make me feel so safe, I never had that before you.” I kiss his cheek.
He sits me down onto the corner of the counter. “I would die a million fucking deaths before I let someone harm you, baby.” His voice is rough and I can feel the anger.
My eyes burn as I try not to cry again. I rest my head on his chin. “I swear sometimes I feel like I’m dreaming,” I tell him, my hands running along his back.
He tilts my head back. “Darlin,” he growls and kisses me. I pull him closer to me, opening my legs.
Then it hits me like a ton of bricks; I feel like I am going to faint. I push him away from me, my eyes wide. “What is it?” he asks me.
“We didn’t use protection.” I can feel the cum running down my leg from where he came inside of me.
“I know.” He picks me up slipping into the shower with me and sets me on the floor. He turns the spray so it’s on both of us.
“Knight, did you not understand me?” I tell him again.
He laughs. “I did.” He tilts my head back, so the water is running down the back of my hair and my back.
He smooths it over my shoulder, smoothing out a tangle. I grip his arms and kind of shake him like hello, are you okay?
He chuckles. “Darlin, I know we didn’t, and I know you’re not on birth control because I checked to see if I’d find any.”
My mouth opens in shock. “Are you trying to get me pregnant?” I step back from him so I can see him fully, the warm water smoothing over my muscles.
His eyes are bright with happiness. “Darlin, of course that is the plan.”
I swear I could fall to the ground at what he is throwing out. “What are you saying?” My voice is barely above a whisper, my heart feels like it could stop.
He backs me up until my back is pressed against the wall, his arms on either side of my face, caging me in.
“When I said you were mine, I meant it. That means I want my ring on your finger, my patch on your back, and a baby in your stomach.” He lays it all out and it’s completely insane.
But why do I like it?
“You’re insane,” I voice. My first thought is should this bother me considering my past. With the way he is looking at me like I am hanging the moon, I can’t bring myself to care.
He smirks. “Yeah I am.” He kisses my cheek, smoothing my hair out of my face when a wet strand drifts across my face.
“But you like it.” He grips my hips, slamming me into him. His hand moves to my throat and pulls me to him, kissing me deeply, thoroughly and all fight I had about that is gone out of the window.
Well, okay then.
10
KNIGHT
THE NEXT MORNING
The second my eyes open, they go to Daniella’s beautiful face, sleeping peacefully. My mind wanders to what happened last night and how our relationship took a big fucking leap.
