Page 15 of Silent Knight

He chuckled and removed his fingers, leaving me feeling the loss and chasing relief.

“Breathe, my love,” he whispered against my ear, and the press of his cock was like a balm to my desperation.

I was so full, gloriously and perfectly full. I both wanted him to move and needed him to stay. When I couldn’t take the stillness any longer I dug my nails into his back, unable to speak but craving his movement.

The slide out was torturously slow and I tried to clench my hole to keep him in.

“Hold on to me, precious.”

He slammed in, giving me everything I desired as he fucked me into the mattress relentlessly. I was sure I was screaming in pure ecstasy, clutching on to his body, aching and thirsty for every glorious brush of his cock over my prostate.

“I’m coming.” My climax barreled through me and Senon fucked me through it, his own orgasm coating my insides making me come again. I couldn’t stop, and I never wanted to. This was bliss and torture, everything I never had and always hungered for.

When we were both spent, Senon rested atop me, my legs and arms flopping limply, neither of us moving. With a smile on my face I slipped into a blissful sleep only vaguely aware of Senon cleaning me and tucking me in, his arms protectively wrapped around me while we slept.

Buzzing.Over and over again. I blinked, my eyes heavy with exhaustion. Senon woke me several times to ravish my body through the night and there was no way I was fighting him off. I felt cherished, loved, and sore. Wonderfully sore.

The buzzing stopped and I realized it was my phone…that was still in my pants’ pocket. Senon was sleeping so I slid away from him—who knew he was a cuddler—and reached for my pants.

Once I had the phone in hand, I hit the button to listen to the voicemail.

“Mr. Acker, this is Detective Hurst. Last night a patrolman picked up three men harassing a woman in the park and we’d like you to come down to the station to see if these were the same three men you saw the other night. If you could call me back as soon as possible to arrange a line up or even if you could look at their photos, I’d appreciate it. Bye.”

“Uhg.” I plopped down against the comfortable pillow.

“What’s wrong?” Senon turned, his brows furrowed with worry.

“I have to go back to the police station because some cop picked up three men last night and they want me to see if it’s the same people who killed Gia, which we know they won’t be but if I don’t go it’ll become a headache.”

“I told you, Ezra, you never have to go anywhere. We can stay here forever.”

I smiled and pressed a sweet kiss to his soft lips. “I can’t do that, Senon. For a while that’d be nice but there’s a world out there I sometimes like being a part of. Anyway, if these guys were dickbags maybe I say it was them and this ends.”

I slid out of bed and walked to the bathroom to relieve my bladder, shower, and brush my teeth. I called the station while the water warmed and told them I’d be down in about an hour.

Sure enough, forty-five minutes later Senon and I were entering the police station.

“Ezra Acker here to see Detective Hurst.”

The cop at the counter nodded and asked for me to have a seat.

“I’m going in with you this time.” Senon clenched his jaw and damn I wanted to straddle him and have my wicked way with?—

“Mr. Acker?”

I jumped when the detective called my name.

“Yes…sorry, I was daydreaming.”

Senon smirked as if he knew where my thoughts had wandered off to.

“Right this way please.”

I was glad when no one stopped Senon from coming back with me.

“If you could sit right here.” He gestured to a seat across from his desk. Senon leaned against the wall, arms folded. Detective Hurst snorted but said nothing. “I’d like you to look at some pictures first. If we need to do a line up then we can but I’d rather not have to subject you to that.”

“Thanks.”

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