Page 62 of The Knight

Her hips lifted, offering herself to him, hungry for more.

He stroked her, sliding one thick finger inside. Her hips tilted, memories of the night before flooding her mind—how he had worked her body like a fine instrument, completely under his control.

“You like that?”

She nodded, her gaze locking with his. Need glittered in his eyes, dark as coal.

He withdrew his hand and lifted his fingers to his lips, licking them.

Oh my.

Every muscle in her body tightened at the sight.

“You taste like sin,” he said, teeth flashing in the dim light. “The best kind.”

He bent his head, his warm breath skimming her belly. She closed her eyes, clutching at the softness beneath her, anchoring herself against the sensations threatening to tear her apart.

He scattered kisses across her lower abdomen, alternating with soft pinches of his teeth. The shift from pleasure to pain and back again left her reeling. His stubble grazed her belly then her inner thigh.

His hand gripped her hip, pinning her in place. Not that he needed to—she was putty in his hands, any resistance long gone.

The bed dipped under his weight as he shifted.

He licked her, a firm stroke against her clit, then without pause, along the length of her folds.

A cry escaped her as her body bucked with unfamiliar pleasure. She glanced down, seeing his dark head focused solely on her.

She slid her hands lower, finding the flex of his shoulder, then his head. “Don’t stop.” She arched, surrendering, her skin damp.

He looked up, his breath kissing her inner thigh. “I have no intention of stopping.”

His thumb moved in a slow, deliberate circle over her clit, the pressure teasing yet unrelenting. His eyes locked onto hers, a searing intensity in his gaze that left her breathless.

The world outside dissolved into nothingness.The two of us. Had there ever been anything but this connection and fire?

Heat bloomed low in her belly, molten and demanding, spreading through her limbs and pooling deep inside her. Every stroke of his thumb sent a wave of need rippling outward, each one more intense until it gathered into a tempest within her. She fisted her hands in his hair, anchoring herself against the pleasure threatening to tear her apart.

His lips curved a wicked smile against her skin, just before his mouth descended again. The warm, slick heat of his tongue slid over her, a tantalizing rhythm that left her trembling, caught between desperation and bliss. He was relentless, his movements purposeful, driving her closer to the precipice.

She arched, closing her eyes, surrendering to the relentless tide building inside her, his clever touch winding her shockingly tight.

Abe.

She shattered, coming apart in a blindingly violent release.

The world drifted back—her breath, his warmth pressing into her side.

She’d thought she knew the limits of her heart, the boundaries she’d set long ago to keep herself safe. But Abe had unraveled them all, claiming her, piece by piece.

She turned her face into his neck, inhaling the comforting scent of him. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t afraid of what came next.

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Abe trailedkisses along Freya’s inner thighs. Her taste and scent overwhelmed him, narrowing his world to this moment, this woman.

He prided himself on his skill as a lover, but with Freya, everything felt heightened. The connection between them elevated each sensation beyond anything he had ever experienced before. It was fucking intoxicating.

Could he ever get enough of her?

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