Page 110 of Knight

Nudging him with my toe, I purse my lips, splashing some water his way. “Please,” I’m giving him a six-layer cake of sarcasm. “Do go on.”

He does, but not without giving me that sexy chuckle. “But you’re the strongest girl I know. As strong as I am and I’d be an idiot if I didn’t draft you.”

“Draft me, huh?” I look at my knees under the water, knobby and pointy. “This feels like groundhog day because this sounds familiar.” Albeit with more hockey jargon.

He looks out the window next to us as if he’s thinking before he meets my eyes again. “That’s why I want to make it official. Us.”

“Y-you do?”

More water sloshes out the tub, filled to the brim. Only then does Damien turn around to turn off the faucet. He smiles before he lets out a laugh like he can’t even believe himself. “Yeah, Rowland. Don’t make me say it.”

“Say it.”

“Be mine,” he shoots, his eyes lowering in that hungry way that sets me on fire. “All mine. And only mine. I’m not taking no for an answer. No copouts. No bullshit.”

“What if I say no?”

“I said that wasn’t an option.”

“Except that it is an option.”

“Well if you need convincing, I can give you that.” He looks at my knees and smirks like I’ve given him a challenge. Placing his hands on each knee, he spreads my legs. “I was a lifeguard-in-training at fourteen. And that means I can hold my breath very long.” His hand trails down my leg, the water soothing my aches and pains. “And you know what they say about headaches.” A finger lands between my folds, a jolt flowing right through me.

“No,” I exhale, his touch blurring my mind. “What do they say?”

“It’s better with an orgasm.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond before he dips his head underwater and his tongue hits my clit. A burst of excitement and pleasure follow like I’m shot with a bullet of electric waves.

Damien’s warm mouth on my clit underwater feels amazing. His slick tongue rolls over my nub, his mouth filled with water when he sucks and pulls. It’s a new sensation. A damn good one and he doesn’t get up when I try to pull him away in fear of him losing his breath. Instead, he reaches under my ass, fixing me on his tongue and doesn’t stop until I’m bucking on his face, my moans resounding around the bathroom walls.

When he finally lets up, he’s like a swimwear model rising from the ocean, water pouring down his dark hair and angled face. My body is on fire and I only want more. Now. He must see it on my face because he pulls me on top of him, his cock hard beneath me and I can feel it twitch beneath my folds. “I want you to know how bad I want you, Jo,” he says, sliding into the middle of the tub and pulling my legs around his hard waist. “Trust me?”

Before I can answer, he thrusts up, his cock nearing my entrance before I stop him, “Wait, we don’t—”

“I want all of you, Jo. No pussy-footing around it. Are you, y’know … ”

“Clean?” I’ve never done this before. Not even with Zane.

I’m pretty keen on staying protected. I know the risks and I know what I’m not ready for. But the way Damien has me in his arms, the way he’s looking at me, begging me for him to trust him makes me give in to him. To all of him.

I nod, “Yeah, I am.” That I know for a fact but this is still new. “I-I’ve never done it without anything.”

“Me either,” he says. “But if you trust me, I’m clean too. I make sure of it.”

“Why, ‘cause you’re a slut?” I’m teasing and he knows it but he doesn’t move, my wet folds hovering above that massive, satisfying beast. He searches my eyes, holding me in place and he’d stay like this forever until he gets an answer. I know he would.

If I can trust him with my life, I can trust him with this, right? “I trust you, Damien,” I say, looking him in those eyes. The minute I do, his cock parts my folds and he thrusts into me, his arms around my body, his chest against mine.

“Say it again.” His words fall on my lips but I have the strong urge to kiss him and keep kissing him.

“I trust you.” Pressing my lips to his, you’d think I was starving, the way I’m devouring his kisses, my grip tight on his body. “I want you.” He bottoms out inside of me and … oh god, it feels, “So. Good.”

The words are a whisper when they escape my lips. He feels too good to even talk, too good to even express how good it is. Damien raw inside me is the complete opposite of how I felt yesterday. I’m in paradise. Full ecstasy with his hands around me, giving me that comfort, that care I was looking for.

When he lifts my hips, pulling me down on his shaft, he asks again, “Do you trust me, Joelle?” I can’t answer when his fingers force into my mouth, the taste of soap on my tongue but I hold onto them with my lips, sucking them as if it’ll make him go faster. Harder.

His words ring in my ears and it’s like he’s getting off on this. On whatever bond we’re making, like I’m about to sign that deal with the devil again, except this time, I know the devil has a heart.

“Yes!” I let the word fall out of my mouth as he grips my ass, slamming me against him, his cock impaling me again and again, the more I moan, “Yes!”

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