Page 84 of Court of Secrets and Flames

“Hmm…I’m starting to think you’re all talk and?—”

With a strangled sound, he pulls me down to the ground on top of him. On his back, he leans up and lifts me into a sitting position. His hard cock presses against my belly, the tip glistening with wetness.

My face heats as realization dawns. He wants me to be on top. To be in control. And I have very little experience. “What if I do it wrong?”

“You can’t do it wrong.” His expression steals my breath. “Ready?”

I nod.

A smile tugs at his lips. “I need to hear?—”

“I know. You need to hear me say it.” I grab his hand and lift it to my mouth, planting a kiss in his palm. “I’m ready.”

In a swift motion, he lifts me again, guiding my hips and easing me onto him. “Fuck.”

This time, I don’t tease him. I couldn’t if I wanted to. I have no words. No thoughts.

Only an insatiable need for him.

Knox gives me time to adjust before easing out and then back in. He thrusts his hips upward, and I match his tempo.

Every nerve focuses on the rhythm we create, the carnal dance beneath the open sky. There’s no one around for miles. No worry about intrusion. No stress of having to hurry, or that we might be caught. Nothing to hold me back.

There’s only the two of us and what we have between us.

He doesn’t take his eyes off me as I ride him. Like I might vanish if he glances away.

I grind against him. “Like what you see?”

He groans. “You know I do. But there’s one problem.”

I tilt my head. “Oh?”

“I need to touch you. To kiss you. To worship every inch of you while I fuck you.”

My entire body ignites into flames. “Don’t let me stop you.”

Before I can say anything else, he flips us, settling his weight on top of me, skin to skin. Cool, mud-covered fingers skim me from hip to shoulder. His teeth scrape over my nipple as he enters me again.

Oh gods.

He stretches me and fills me, body and soul.

He’s still for a moment as he kisses me. Soft and sweet and full of unspoken promises.

Rearing back an inch, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Are you all right?”

I start to nod but stop myself, opting for one of those audible responses he loves so much. “Better than all right.” I trail my fingers down the dips and ridges of his back. “Are you?”

His lips tilt up in a soft smile. “I am now that I’m here with you.”

My pulse leaps. Broody instructor Knox spurs my lust when he’s bossing me around, but sweet Knox? He’s dangerous for my heart.

Then his mouth crashes onto mine again, and he’s moving over me. Thrusting in slow, deep motions. I match his movements, hips rocking to meet his.

His silken hair brushes against my skin. My senses reel with the feel of him. The taste of him. The heady scent of him and the earth. The rightness of this.

Of us.

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