Page 8 of Knight's Last Chance

W-what is happening to me? I have played with myself before, the memory of this very man in my mind, but it’s never felt anywhere remotely close to this explosion quickly building up in my core.

“You’re soaked, baby. So fucking wet, you’re practically dripping down my hand,” he rasps with a strangled grunt, stroking the sensitive nub between my legs. “I’m going to make it so mine is the only touch you remember.”

Without warning, he dips his head and seals our lips together in a kiss that sends my heart hammering in my chest. My lips part in a whimper, and he takes the opening to deepen the kiss. My head spins when he turns his and devours my lips like they contain the oxygen he needs to survive, and . . . I let him.

My first kiss.

Well, it’s my second kiss if you count the fleeting press of lips that happened nearly a year ago but this one . . . God, this is so wild.

The way he slides our tongues together, groaning roughly as he twists his mouth hotly over mine in a wet hungry kiss that fuels me, and I forget that I am unskilled, focused only on his intoxicating scent and taste, opening more for him. The feelings are only heightened by the finger grinding over my pulsing sex, drawing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Ah!” I gasp against his lips when I feel the rough press of his finger pushing against my entrance and almost breaking through the barrier of my innocence. I lock my thighs around his hand before he can slide his middle finger into my pulsing sex, trapping his hand in place. The move sends Knight pulling back to look at me, but I avoid his eyes.

“You’re a virgin.” It’s not a question.

“Knight—”

He lets out a harsh, strangled grunt, and he seals out lips back together in a hard, demanding kiss. One that sends my toes curling in pleasure, but he breaks it way too soon, dropping his lips to my neck and biting marks on my skin with gentle nips.

“I’ve never thought a man such as myself would be deserving of someone as precious as you, Rhea,” he says deeply, dropping his free hand to my tit, pinching my aching nipple through the dress, I bite back another whimper. “None of those cocky college boys deserve you either. None of them are allowed to look at your perky tits, let alone touch them. This mouth . . . only I am allowed to kiss it. Only I can play with your pussy and corrupt you.”

Moisture floods my sex and trickles down my inner thighs, his voice and words leaving me body hot and mind drowsy, eyes unfocused.

The hand strumming my clit tugs me closer and closer to the edge, but just as I feel like my world is about to explode, he withdraws his hand. I let out a needy whine, but it disappears when he falls to his knees.

“K-Knight . . . What . . .”

“Shh,” he gestures with a finger to his lips. “We don’t want to draw anyone's attention to us, now do we?”

I shake my head, hair flinging everywhere as I watch the man intent on driving me to madness. I bite into my lower lip when he lifts my left knee to his shoulder, leaving me vulnerable and exposed to his dark eyes and to anyone else who decides to walk our way.

He doesn’t give me time to worry about any of it as he leans in and kisses my thigh. Pleasure shoots up my spine when he licks a path up the valley of my trembling sex, lapping at my arousal.

I slap my palm over my mouth seconds before a scream can tear from my lungs.

Oh, God!

Oh!

What is this man doing to me?

The muscles between my legs clench and release as he drags his tongue hungrily over me, but it all comes crashing down when he closes his mouth hotly over my clit. My head falls back against the tree as my body explodes, and pleasure spears through me, threatening to wreck me.

I dig my fingers into his hair to anchor myself as harsh tremors rock my body. It’s nothing I have felt before or thought I ever could. This is not my first orgasm, but it makes those moments when it was just me in my room feel like nothing. None of those solo ministrations left my head reeling or stars shooting behind my eyes. Hell, I lose a few seconds of my life because the next thing I notice is Knight hovering over me when I don’t remember him getting up.

“You taste like the sweetest honey, Rhea,” he rasps, licking at his lips, and I find my eyes dropping to them. My focus is only disrupted when I hear the sound of his zipper a second before his face drops to my neck. “Your pussy is so fucking slick, I’m close to sliding my cock into you and popping your cherry.” His voice is rough as he jerks his cock, whispering sweet nothings into my ear, and it’s not long before he comes with a deep grunt that sends goosebumps rocking my skin.

His breathing is harsh against my skin even as moisture lands on my inner thigh in quick spurts and I soak in his pleasured moans, afraid to let go of this moment and slip back into reality. His body falls limp against mine and I stop myself from wrapping my arms around him and soaking in his heat.

I want to make it up to you . . .

The memory of his words from earlier reminds me what a bad idea this was. In his twisted way, Knight was only trying to apologize, and this doesn’t mean anything to him. If his goal was to make it harder for me or to have me fall for him deeper than I already have, then his mission was a success. Now it’s my turn to deal with this matter in a way that I know how.

I run.

Chapter Four

Knight

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