Page 71 of The High Priestess

“I know.” Not breaking eye contact with me, he picks up another fry. “I want to feed you.”

My right eyebrow pops up, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.

“Eat, Cassia,” he orders, his voice deeper than usual.

Goosebumps spread over my skin, and I open my mouth to take the fry from him.

Knight’s features tighten with desire, and he looks so hot my abdomen clenches hard while my breathing speeds up.

Okay. It seems to be a turn-on for Knight to feed me.

Earlier, when he kissed me, I thought I was going to spontaneously combust. I feel the same way as he feeds me another fry while looking at me like he’s about to have me for dinner.

He places his plate on the coffee table, then taking mine from me, he orders, “Move onto my lap.”

I scoot onto his lap and wrap an arm around his shoulders while curling my legs at the side of his leg. He hands me my plate, and when I take it, he picks up a fry and begins to feed me again.

Feeling his hard manhood pressing against my butt has my core flushing with heat.

Jesus, how does sharing a meal turn into something so seductive?

Fine, I’ll admit it. I love being taken care of by this complicated man. He makes me feel so protected, which allows me to be vulnerable with him. I don’t have to pretend when I’m around him.

After eating another fry, I say, “I’ve had enough.” He picks up my burger and takes a few bites before setting it down again.

While he chews, I lift my free hand to his jaw and lean in until my breath skims over his ear.

I hope I sound seductive as I whisper, “I’m thirsty.”

His hard-on grows even bigger beneath my butt, and I swear my panties are about to soak through if they haven’t already.

He grabs one of the bottles and brings it to my lips, and as I swallow the water, I keep my eyes locked with his.

I only get in a couple of sips before he tosses the bottle to the side. I’m grabbed and lifted from his lap while he orders, “Straddle me.”

I do as I’m told, and the position has me facing him while his hard bulge presses against my clit and opening.

“Time to finish what we started earlier,” he says, bringing his right hand up and wrapping his fingers around my throat.

A tremble spreads through my body, and my heart starts beating faster with anticipation.

Knight moves his other hand beneath the fabric of my dress, and when his fingers dig into my butt cheek, he leans forward until our breaths mingle.

God, I want him to kiss me so badly.

His voice is a low rumble. “Fuck, I can smell how much you want me.” He dips his head and drags his nose along my jawline, making more tingles scatter over my body. “Your pussy is on fire. I can feel your scorching heat through our clothes.”

“Jesus,” I groan, bringing my hands to his chest. I revel in all the hard muscle I feel hidden beneath his shirt and turn my head so I can brush my lips over his rough stubble, loving how scratchy the bristles feel.

When my eyes meet his again, he moves his hands to the top of my thighs. His thumbs are dangerously close to the valley between my legs, only making me impatient for any kind of friction, but then he moves them back to my butt and squeezes my cheeks hard.

“Fuck, your ass is perfect.” He looks down and lets out a groan. “You look so fucking sexy with the gun strapped to your thigh and your dress pushed up.”

He makes me feel sexy.

Knight’s eyes flick to my face again, and he pulls at my butt, making me rub my clit over his hard-on. My body jerks from the much-needed friction, but the flicker of pleasure quickly turns to frustration.

The corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk, and he looks so unbelievably handsome I can only stare at him in wonder for a moment.

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