A Knight of Passion(36)

He dipped his fingers between the kirtle and her hips, and shoved the fabric and low hip belt downwards. They pooled on the floor around her feet. Cool air washed over her legs, a strange contrast to the heated hands he slid around her belly. Riana remained motionless as he continued to run one hand around her waist while the other inched downwards. Her legs felt like pudding. He hugged her tightly against his solid warmth as he grazed her nubbin with his long fingers and dipped them into her moist folds.

“By God,” he muttered. “You are so wet.”

She closed her eyes. He wanted her.

He slipped a finger past her cunt lips and into her opening. His palm brushed tantalising strokes across her pleasure point as he thrust inside. Her breath quickened. She would come before she’d had a chance think. Pleasure radiated through her. He’d only begun and already she wanted him more than any man she’d ever known.

Forgive me, Stuart.

Forgive me, Sir Bryant.

“Come for me, sweet,” he whispered.

With trembling hands, Riana reached behind her and grasped his arse. His muscled backside tensed beneath her touch. She dug her fingers into him, bracing herself as she pulsed against the fingers f*cking her. He breathed kisses on her neck, his lips moist. She shivered. Clawing fingers of pleasure stretched through her. Pressure built. She pulsed faster. He rammed his fingers deeper. Searing rapture fractured through her. Riana cried out.

He yanked his fingers from inside her and quickly massaged her nub. Her core tightened. Riana ground her mound against his hand. A second spasm rolled over her before the last had completely faded, and her legs gave way. He yanked her hard against him, riding the wave of her pleasure, massaging with his finger, allowing her to float down from the euphoria that clouded her mind. At last, he gently cupped her curls and she became aware of the engorged cock nestled between her buttocks. Even through the thin layer of his hose she could feel the steel rod pulse as she gained her legs once again.

Sir Bryant turned her to face him. “Well done.”

She couldn’t help a laugh. “It is you who have done well.”

He grinned. “You inspire me.”

Riana covered his cock with her palm. “What of you, my lord?”

Despite the desire that flared in his eyes, he shifted his gaze to the plait on the right side of her head. “We will get to me soon enough.”

He surprised her by pulling away the pin that held the plait in place. Riana didn’t breathe as he unwound the plait. When he fisted her loose hair, brought it to his mouth and breathed deeply, she thought she would weep.

“Vanilla,” he whispered,

He took another deep draught, then unbound the other plait. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders and across her breasts. Sir Bryant slid a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to him.

“You are a witch,” he murmured, and his mouth covered hers.

Her cry died inside his mouth. He hugged her close. Hard muscle pressed against her breasts. The powerful thump, thump, thump of his heart echoed through her chest. He swept his tongue past her lips and inside her mouth. Riana’s legs weakened at feel of the erection that dug into her belly like the animal it was. He broke the kiss and swung her into his arms. In three paces, he reached the bed and laid her on the mattress. He straightened and his gaze remained locked with hers as he pulled off first his gambeson, then the white shirt beneath.

Riana’s breath caught. She’d seen him before in all his male glory, but this time was different. This time, for this moment, he was hers. He shoved his hose past his hips. His cock sprang free, hard, long and insistent. He came to the bed and lowered himself on top of her. Solid warmth enveloped her. His rod lay between them, hot and demanding. Her heart leapt into an erratic beat. She wanted him so badly it hurt.

He kissed her, slowly and thoroughly. She sensed his restraint and grasped his shoulders, kissing him back with the silent command to f*ck her with all his might. When she flicked her tongue against his lips, he groaned and sucked her tongue inside his mouth. Sir Bryant thrust against her belly. The velvety shaft slid along her flesh, the wet tip slick with pre-cum.

Riana wrapped a leg around his arse and arched against him. His arms banded around her like steel. Swarms fluttered in her stomach. In his embrace, nothing could touch her. Tonight, for this moment, she was safe…he was safe.

She reached between them and grasped his long, thick stalk. He pulsed in her fingers. She angled her channel and fitted him to her opening.

“Riana.” Her name spoken in a voice hoarse with desire made her stomach do a flip. “I want to move slowly,” he began.