Page 42 of My Knight

I kissed my way down her neck, her shoulder, the curve of her breast, and further still. I worshipped her with my mouth until she was gasping and writhing, her fingers tangled in the sheets.

She came undone in my hands, and it was the most beautiful fucking thing I’d ever seen.

When I moved back up her body, she pulled me in with both arms.

She shifted beneath me, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me in with a need that matched my own.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice soft but certain. “I want all of you.”

My breath caught. Her words hit me hard—cut through every layer of restraint I had left. I kissed her slowly and rested my forehead against hers.

“I’ve got you, baby,” I murmured. “Every damn piece of me.”

I lined myself up and eased forward, careful and slow. I watched her—watched every change in her expression, every breath, every flicker of pleasure in her eyes. Her mouth parted as I filled her inch by inch. Her hands tightened on me, and her body welcomed me like we were made for this.

She gasped my name, and her back arched slightly.

I nearly lost it right then.

“God, Saylor…” I groaned, barely holding on. “You feel so fucking good.”

When I was fully inside her, I paused and let us both adjust. I let the moment settle in deep. She ran her hands down my back, and her lips brushed my ear.

“You can move,” she whispered.

I did.

It was slow at first. It was a deep, steady rhythm that let us feel everything—every inch, every pulse, every tremble. The world disappeared around us. There was only the sound of our breathing and the soft slide of skin against skin. The quiet moans that passed between us were like a secret language.

She met every thrust with equal need, her fingers buried in my hair and her legs pulled me closer. I kissed her—again and again—because I had to. I needed every part of her.

I couldn’t get enough. Because this wasn’t just a release—it was something else entirely.

It was us.

Connected in a way I’d never known before.

She felt too good. Too warm, too tight, too perfect.

Each roll of my hips pulled a breathy moan from her lips, and every time she said my name, I had to fight the urge to lose it right then and there.

“Pirate,” she gasped and arched into me. Her nails dragged down my back and left fire in their wake.

I gritted my teeth and tried to hold on. Tried to make this last, but fuck—she was killing me in the best way.

Her body moved with mine like we were made for each other. Her hips rocked to meet every thrust, and I could feel her tightening around me—her body chasing the edge.

I slid my hand between us and found the spot I knew would push her over. She cried out, and her whole body trembled under me as I circled my fingers around her clit. Slow at first, then I matched the rhythm of our bodies.

“Oh my god—” she choked out as her head fell back into the pillow as her thighs trembled.

I felt it hit her—the way her body clenched around me, and the way she gasped my name like it was the only thing she knew. She shattered in my arms as her climax crashed through her in waves. It pulled me right over the edge with her.

“Fuck—Saylor—” I groaned and buried myself deep inside her as my own release tore through me.

Every muscle in my body tensed. My vision blurred. All I could feel was her—tight, wet, trembling, and wrapped around me like she never wanted to let go.

We came together. Tangled and breathless, like something out of a fever dream.

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