Page 95 of The High Priestess

“Knight!” I cry, every sensation he forces me to feel becoming overwhelming.

“Call me by my name,” he growls, each word matching with a pounding thrust.

“Lincoln,” I whimper. “God.”

His thick hard-on causes so much friction inside me I’m close to losing my mind and beg, “Please!”

His head ducks down, and he sucks hard on my nipple before tugging at the stiff peak with his teeth. It only makes more pleasure build in me, and I practically start sobbing.

Knight pushes his other hand down between us, and while he keeps plunging into me with powerful thrusts, he starts to rub my clit.

It’s just what I need.

A scream tears from me, and I grab hold of the covers while my body starts to convulse, intense ecstasy ripping through me. Every time he drives into me, it feels like a bolt of lightning striking, causing pleasure to scatter through my body.

By the time Knight’s orgasm hits and he jerks inside me, I’m nothing but a limp noodle beneath him.

He tugs my nipple between his teeth again before pressing kisses all over my breasts while he rides his pleasure out.

When he stops plunging inside me, his mouth moves up my throat until his lips nip at mine. His tongue enters my mouth, and when I taste myself from when he ate me out, I clench hard around his cock.

The kiss turns deep, and it feels as if he’s worshiping me. No one has ever made me feel the way he does.

After minutes have passed, he slowly ends the kiss and lifts his head. We move into a comfortable position, lying on our sides while facing each other.

“I get to take you shopping,” I say, my voice a little breathless.

He lets out a chuckle. “You can bribe me any time.”

I bring my hand to his chest and brush my finger along the cut over his heart. “Is this one for Ronnie?”

“Yes.”

Not wanting Knight to hurt himself anymore, I ask, “Will you stop cutting yourself?” My eyes meet his with a pleading look. “Please.”

He nods and places his hand over mine.

I lean closer and press a kiss to his mouth. “Thank you.”

We lie in silence for a while, just looking at each other.

“I want everything with you, Cassia,” he admits, his voice filled with emotion. “Marriage. Children. The organization.”

“I want that too.”

His eyes drift over my face, and the way he looks at me makes my throat strain and tears brim in my eyes.

“I love you.”

God.

Unable to stop it, a tear escapes. He lets go of my hand and brushes it off my cheek.

“I never thought I’d love again,” he whispers. “I never thought I’d live again. You changed my entire life for the better.”

“I’m so happy I could do that for you. At least I get to pay you back for saving my life and being there for me when I lost everything.”

Silence falls between us once more, and just as Knight closes his eyes, I whisper, “I love you, Lincoln.”

---