Page 72 of The High Priestess

The air around us grows tenser and tenser, then he moves forward, and his teeth dig into my bottom lip before tugging at it.

My abdomen clenches unbelievably hard, and I can’t stop a needy whimper from escaping me.

God, I want this so much.

I pull one of my hands away from his chest, and wrapping it around the back of his head, I grip his hair to keep him in place as I press my mouth to his.

My heart races in my chest, my anticipation building more and more by the second.

My tongue darts out, licking him like I’m catching a drop of coffee from a cup. I feel his body shudder in response to me, and it builds my confidence.

I tilt my head as my lips move against his, and my hips swivel again, rubbing my clit over his hard-on. The pleasure I feel has me pressing closer to Knight, and with my hand still beneath his shirt, I drag my fingernails over his skin.

A hard shudder hits his body, and it makes his fingers dig into my butt cheeks while he thrusts up against my aching core.

Air bursts from me, and he inhales it while his mouth starts to dominate me.

His tongue lashes at mine as he thrusts hard against me again, causing pleasure to build in my abdomen.

My hand that’s on his chest sinks lower until I grip the waistband of his pants, then I start to move my hips and rub my clit repeatedly over his thick length.

My breathing speeds up, and I kiss him with more urgency as the anticipation in me becomes borderline torture.

A needy sound escapes me, making Knight move his hands to the inside of my thighs. His thumbs brush so close to my opening that I let out a frustrated groan and bite his bottom lip as punishment before easing the pain with my tongue.

“Christ,” he growls against my mouth, then finally, he tugs my panties out of the way, and his thumb presses hard against my achy clit.

“Yes,” I gasp against his lips, my hips moving faster and faster while I grip the waistband of his pants for dear life, my other arm is wrapped around his neck. “Link.”

When he starts to slowly push his middle finger inside me, my eyes open and lock with his. As he keeps going deeper, I’m able to rub my clit against his palm.

Every muscle in my body tightens, but what pushes me over the edge is the dark desire in Knight’s eyes. It looks filthy and ravenous, and as my orgasm hits and my features tighten, his expression only darkens more.

His jaw clenches, and a muscle starts to twitch in his cheek, which I find incredibly attractive.

It feels like I’m being zapped by pleasure, my body so tense it trembles.

As I start coming down from my high, Knight pulls his hand from between my legs. When I see the red tinge on his finger, my eyes dart to his, but before I can ask if he’s taken my virginity, he sucks his finger into his mouth.

My eyebrows lift, and intense heat flushes my core at the sight.

“You taste like pure fucking innocence,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse.

I slam my mouth to his while my fingers work to unbutton his cargo pants. As I pull down the zipper, Knight lifts his hips so I’m able to tug the fabric of his pants and boxers down his legs. I make quick work of taking off his boots.

My eyes latch onto his large erection that looks painfully hard. I’ve tried watching porn before, and he’s much bigger than the ones I saw.

When I climb onto his lap again and I reach for his shirt, his hand darts out to cover mine, and he shakes his head.

A questioning look forms on my face. “Why?”

“You won’t like what you see.”

What?

“Never,” I whisper, giving him a pleading look.

He hesitates for a moment before he lets go of my hand, and I brace myself. No matter what I see, this man is perfect.

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