Page 46 of Twisted Knight

“Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ll give you what you need,” he said, adding a second finger, filling me so deliciously.

I let my head fall against the pillow and closed my eyes, surrendering to the bliss of his fingers moving rhythmically inside of me while his thumb rubbed against my clit and his mouth latched at my breasts like a starving man at a buffet.

I slid my fingers into his coarse black hair and raised my hips rhythmically with the back and forth of his fingers.

And suddenly as he curled his fingers inside of me, touching my G-spot, I tightened my hand in his hair as my orgasm took me under, like a tidal wave submerging me in a sea of pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

I came, shouting his name, not caring that I could probably be heard from the other side of the world. It was the best orgasm I ever had, and he’d given it to me with just his fingers and tongue.

I took a couple of deep breaths as he rested a protective hand on my stomach, brushing his lips against my cheekbone.

“You are absolutely beautiful but with this post orgasmic glow? You are mesmerizing.”

I gave him a small, tired smile. I was way too satisfied and relaxed to say anything.

He lay back down and pulled me to him, my chest resting against his strong, warm chest.

I closed my eyes, listening to the tranquil beating of his heart, feeling his gentle caress on my lower back, and as I relaxed, I fell asleep.

Chapter Ten

DOM

After she fell asleep on my chest, I looked at her for a few minutes. Her beautiful plump lips, swollen by our passionate kissing, were slightly open. I took in her graceful straight nose and her long black eyelashes. This girl couldn’t be real; no woman could be that beautiful, patient, and kindhearted. I could not be that lucky… I didn't deserve to be that lucky, and yet here she was, tangible, her slim body pressed against mine, the swell of her breast against my chest.

I sighed as I reluctantly slid out of the bed. The kid would be back soon, and I didn’t want to wake her up.

I took a quick shower, put on some loose sweatpants, and waited for the kid while eating some Chinese leftovers from the night before.

I could hardly believe how relaxed and satisfied I really felt. I didn’t think I ever felt that way.

Every time I was satisfying my sexual needs, I felt ashamed afterward. I hated the monster that came out every time I had to satisfy my needs. I truly hated that part of me, but this time the monster didn’t come out. I enjoyed her mouth, her tongue… I enjoyed making her come so hard I was sure she’d passed out for a few seconds. I loved it and I didn’t feel like a monster… I felt like a man, and it was all thanks to her.

Once the kid was back and tucked away in his bedroom, I should have gone back to my bedroom, but instead I went back to hers where she was still peacefully asleep. I was not ready for our moment to end, not after the physical and emotional connection we just shared and especially since I was unsure if there would be a tomorrow for us, if she’d still wanted us in the morning. If she did, we would have to talk, set ground rules because dating me was bound to be hard on her and I was not certain I was worth the effort.

I sighed, shaking my head. It was not the time to let my thoughts turn dark and get the best of me. I just had to enjoy my time with her a little more. So I joined her in bed, spooning her and I felt like a superhero when she nestled against me, letting out a little sigh of comfort. I did that to her.

I buried my face in her soft curls that held a faint smell of jasmine, and I fell asleep, feeling at peace for the first time in years.

When I woke up the next morning, I didn’t dare move as we’d shifted position during the night and she was now half on top of me, her face buried in my neck, her arm around my torso, and her long, slender leg between mine, her thigh pressing against my growing erection.

I turned my head to look at the clock and groaned.Eight a.m.!I couldn’t remember the last time I actually slept past five a.m. Maybe it was because I hated being asleep and only tried to sleep the bare minimum I needed to survive.

I hated sleep because it was the only time I could not try to control my thoughts and the nightmares hit so hard sometimes, bringing back the horror I’d done, the horrors I’d witnessed helplessly… I woke up some mornings with the vivid memories of these girls’ scared eyes and a fresh new coat of self-hatred.

But I had no dream last night and woke up feeling almost normal. I idly traced her spine with my fingers, trying to wake her up as gently as possible.

She let out a little moan and moved her leg, hardening my cock to the point of pain.

“Just five minutes,” she mumbled against my neck.

I let out a little laugh, resting my hand possessively on her ass. I wanted to stay in bed with her but the way my body reacted? I was not sure I could resist, and we were expected to go to the hospital in an hour.

“You stay in bed. I’ll get up and make breakfast.” I kissed her forehead.

Disentangling myself from her body was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but duty and Luca came first… at least right now.

I threw her a last look as she turned around on the bed. I sighed. This woman was more addictive than any drug.

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