Page 18 of Knight's Last Chance

I cry out when he leans down and plants a long, wet kiss over my parted flesh, teasing my clit with his thick tongue and rubbing the tight nub in circles until I am begging for more but . . . he doesn’t give it to me.

He stays buried between my legs, lapping at my arousal until I am bucking off the couch and crying out his name, begging him to give me what I need. To climb up my body and drive his thick shaft into my sex like he did last night.

“Oh, Knight!” I cry out, my breathing growing harsher as pleasure shoots up my body. His is the only face behind my eyes and the only voice in my head. His touch is the only one I feel caress my heated skin, and it doesn’t take long before he sends me flying.

I sob out as an orgasm tears through me with such violence, I wince at the emptiness I feel as my sex convulses and my walls squeeze around nothing, begging for the man I left behind. I turn my head and scream into the throw pillow in frustration, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill.

That asshole!

I can’t believe he ruined this for me too.

Will I always feel this empty?

I kick my feet in anger, punching my fists into the throw pillow with a frustrated cry, then quickly lifting my head when I hear a sound. I stop and listen, assuming it’s my neighbor probably moving something around until it comes again.

A knock on my door.

My brows draw in confusion as I stare at the door, confused who’d show up at my apartment this late, but I figure it’s a neighbor coming to borrow something or a delivery guy who’s got the wrong unit. Shit, I know I look like a wreck with my tear-stained cheeks and mussed hair, not to mention my dress, which is a wrinkled mess around my hips.

I manage to straighten my dress and brush my fingers over my cheeks and through my hair as I walk to the door, but there is little more I can do.

I don’t bother peeking through the keyhole as I quickly open the door, coming face first with a familiar wall of muscles when the person steps forward, and before I can react to the man pushing his way into my apartment, firm lips take my mouth in a wild, hungry kiss.

I stand frozen for a full solid second, trying to make sense of what is happening, but soon, my need takes over, and I am kissing him back. Wrapping my arms around him and letting him carry me deeper into my apartment. My sex pulses with need as if I didn’t orgasm a few minutes ago, but I need more.

I need him.

And this time, I intend to keep him.

Chapter Eight

Knight

We need to talk.

I came here to talk to Rhea, claim her, and make love to her until she is regretful of her decision to leave. The itinerary was simple. Find the girl, sit her down, and talk to her about our future. Then, once we’re on the same page, rut her in every corner of her apartment until mine is the only name she can remember.

Everything flew out the window the second I saw her, long red hair mussed, cheeks flushed a pretty rosy hue, and one strap of her dress slid down her shoulder . . . and I lost it.

No, there is little talking that’s going to happen now. Not until I am buried balls deep inside of her and rutting her hard against her wall before moving to the couch, and then later to her bedroom.

We need to talk!

I ignore the little voice at the back of my head as I wrap my hands around her thighs and lift her off the floor and into my arms. She quickly wraps her legs around my hips and her arms around my shoulders, returning the kiss with as much hunger as I feel. I spin us around and push her back against the wall, breaking the kiss to trail my lips down her neck, gently nipping at the skin and adding to the marks I left last night.

I intend to mark her until everyone knows that she’s taken.

I hold her up with one arm and use my free hand to tear down her dress to reveal her supple tits, my hungry mouth seeking out her juicy nipples. I roll my tongue around the rosy bud until she’s screaming and rocking her hips over my erection. She digs her fingers into my hair and tugs hard, pushing my face into her chest and making my cock leak behind the fly of my jeans.

“Knight . . . Oh, God!”

She sobs, bucking against me when I give her other tit the same attention. My hard cock throbs with the need to be inside of her, and just like that, I forget the exhaustion of riding for hours from Austin to Baton Rouge. Everything around us dissolves, and we’re left with this moment.

Our need for each other. It’s almost inhuman . . . feral.

I take her lips with mine again, carrying her through the apartment to her couch. I don’t take my eyes off her, and when I do, it’s to spot the panties carelessly discarded on the floor. A low possessive growl rises in my throat at the thought of Rhea pleasuring herself.

Did I interrupt her little one-woman party?

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