Knight (Unfinished Hero #1)(49)

Brilliant.

Watching him watching me, watching him f**k me, I liked it. A lot. So much, it overwhelmed me. My legs tensed tight, my fingers pulled at the sheets and I felt the walls of my pu**y clutch tight as it swept through me, God, so deep, so strong, so unbelievably sweet.

It also lasted a while and during it I felt his body cover me and his thrusts, already savage, bucked harder, deeper, jolting me even more under him.

“Fuck, that cunt,” he grunted in my ear. “That sweet, f**kin’ cunt. My cunt, so f**kin’ beautiful.”

Oh God.

“Arms around me, Anya.”

I wrapped my arms around him.

“My baby’s cunt, so f**kin’ sweet,” he growled. “Eyes, Anya, I want you lookin’ at me when I come in that cunt.”

My head turned, his came slightly up and his eyes locked on mine.

“So,” he thrust in hard, “f*ckin’,” he thrust in harder, “beautiful,” he groaned, driving deep and staying planted, his head slanting, his teeth sinking into my lower lip and my entire body went into spasm.

I knew he was coming down when his teeth released my lip, his tongue glided over it soothingly and some of his weight left me as he planted a forearm in the bed beside me.

Then I closed my eyes as a tingle slid up my spine, my neck to radiate along my scalp as he slid his nose along mine then down my cheek to flick my ear with it before he murmured there, “Yeah, my baby suits me.”

I felt sheer happiness sweep through me as my arms held him close and tight.

“You did good, baby,” he whispered.

“Yeah?” I whispered back and he lifted his head and looked at me.

“Oh yeah.”

I smiled.

His hand came up to cup my face and his thumb moved out to trace my smile as his eyes watched.

I melted further into the sheets.

“That’s mine,” he whispered, his eyes on my mouth as his thumb slid back then he watched is slide over the apple my cheek. “That’s mine,” he repeated on a whisper then his hand glided into my hair at the side, his eyes still watching and as his fingers curled around the back his eyes finally came back to mine and his h*ps pressed into mine. “Now, I possess that beauty.”

I stared at him, lips parted, weirdly moved and when I say that I mean profoundly.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“What?” I whispered.

“Who owns you, baby?”

Oh God!

“Knight –”

“Say it, Anya.”

My breath started to come heavy.

“Anya, who owns that cunt, that body, that beauty?”

I stared into his beauty, feeling his c**k still buried deep, smelling him, hints of his cologne, feeling his hard body pressing into me.

“Baby,” his face dipped closer and he warned, “I’m feelin’ good right now. Don’t test me. Who… owns… you?”

“You do, Knight,” I whispered.

“Yeah,” he whispered back instantly, “I f**kin’ do. Every inch, Anya. Every f**kin’ inch.”

I held his eyes and deep breathed.

Knight watched then his face gentled and he asked softly, “Scared?”

I nodded.

“Don’t be,” he whispered then bent close, his lips brushed mine and he pulled back. “You scared, worried, confused and still, you gave what you just gave to me, how you did it, trusting me, I’ll take care of you, babe. You’re with me, one thing you never have to be again is scared. You with me?”

“I’ll, um… try to be,” I replied quietly.

“I’ll get you there,” he muttered.

Then he shifted, pulling out unexpectedly, a mew slid out of my throat equally unexpectedly as my lips parted and my limbs tensed and his eyes dropped to my mouth as I watched them go gloriously lazy.

“My baby doesn’t like losing me.”

He was right. I didn’t. He felt good. All of him.

And what we’d done felt great but between my legs felt oversensitive, tender, almost raw but in a weirdly good way.

His hand went to my side, gliding up from waist to ribs and his eyes held mine.

“I gotta go deal with this condom. While I’m gone, you’re gonna stay here, on your back, feet to the mattress, legs open, waiting for me.”

Okay, all right. I could do that.

Maybe.

Shit!

He dipped his head, brushed his nose along my jaw then he moved off me.

Standing beside the bed looking down at me, he prompted, “Anya.”

I blinked.

This was because I was riveted by his lean, sculpted body, his powerful thighs, his cut, arms, his chest hair, the planes of his defined abs and, well, everything.

Slowly, my eyes drifted to his face.

“What?” I asked.

“What’d I say?” he asked back quietly.

Oh. Right.

Shit!

I did what he said.

One side of his lips curled up.

Then he sauntered to the bathroom.

Okay, right.

The back view, arguably better.

I thought lying there like that, exposed, legs open, no covers, would be hard. It wasn’t. I’d just had two unbelievable orgasms. Knight’s body had just then been seared into my memory and I could still see it, back and front. And, incidentally, he didn’t take an age before he was coming back to me.