Page 7 of Claimed By a Knight

“Your pussy feels so good, baby,” he mutters between low grunts. With it comes the first sign that he’s losing control. Unable, or maybe just unwilling, to keep the steady pace.

I grin up at him, wanting to see him lose it completely. Never being good at dirty talk, I’m almost certain I’m going to make an ass out of myself. But lost in the deep, heady grips of pleasure, maybe it won’t matter.

“That’s it, baby.” My body moves on its own, instructing my legs to hook around his waist and pull him into me. “Fuck my tight, warm pussy. Give it to me. Everything you’ve got. Make me squirm and scream.”

Talon’s body tenses, and his thrusts become erratic blasts from a jostling body. Guttural sounds emit from his mouth, a mix of moans and roars as he fights back his release. Between the cacophony we’re emitting, I can hear him trying to speak. Part of me wants to hear it, intrigue piqued, and mind locked in on his voice. The rest of me is too far gone to the intensity of the pleasure Talon’s pumping into me.

“Mine,” he growls. A single word that could have so much meaning. His? What’s his? Parsing the message would be a challenge under normal circumstances, but with a come-drunk mind and a body writhing in agonizing delight, I’ll have to wait for more.

In his attempts to speak, without getting lost in the throes of pleasure, Talon’s pace slows. The strength he’s found in controlling his body when he’s so close to the edge is impressive, but where slowing his thrusts might keep him in the game, I’m still floating high among the clouds any time he moves his hips.

“All mine.” He slams his full length into me, tickling every nerve ending inside. “This?” He presses his lips against my neck. His tongue makes an appearance, caressing mottled flesh, travelling up to my ear. “Mine.” His kisses travel across my collarbone, on my shoulder, and over one breast. Again, his tongue finds the hard point, and every lick makes my tummy flutter further. “These? Mine.”

His hand sinks between our bodies while he slams his cock into me. He moves it until his thumb rests against my clitoris, applying just enough pressure to make me scream out.

“Most importantly, this is mine.” He speaks against my breasts before raising his head to gaze straight into my eyes. “Do you understand?”

He could say anything to me right now, and no matter how depraved or fucked up, I’d agree. To hear something so sweet, even if uttered in the same husky growl I’ve heard him scare people away with, melts my heart into a puddle around his cock.

“I want to hear you say it.” Talon drives another deep, hard thrust.

“Yours.” My eyes roll to the back of my head, and an exalted howl I never knew I could emit blasts out of my grinning mouth. “Yours now. Yours always.” He starts rolling his thumb in slow circles against my hood. “Yours alone. Yours always.”

“Good girl.” Those two words send me over the edge, where my admission does the same to him.

With one hand pinned between our bodies, the other moves onto my hip. He digs in firmly, holding me in place, and his pace starts to quicken. My nails instinctively dig into his back, trying to pull him deeper for a kiss.

And kiss we do, as another orgasm tears out of my core, making my entire body rattle and shake.

When he tries to pull away, I dig in deep again to keep him on top of me. Our mouths locked, souls entwined, knowing he wants to warn me of what’s to come, but I don’t need him to. His intense motions and stiffening body are enough of a sign. He’s plummeting to the edge of release, and how better to do it than with my tongue halfway down his throat?

His manhood starts to flex and knocks against my walls. He sucks in short shallow breaths wherever he can get them between our kiss and primitive grunting. Then I feel it, hot liquid splashing and filling me up to the brim. I howl into his mouth, bucking my hips into his last pumps to accept every drop he has to offer.

And as the intensity of his release still, Talon collapses on top of me, cock still buried, panting heavily against my chest. I hook my legs around his waist and slide a hand up his back, resting it in the mess of his hair.

“You’re fucking incredible.” His voice is croaky, exhausted, and spent.

“I know,” I joke, keeping him pinned in place.

I never want this moment to end, but deep down, I know it never will. Not really. We’ll part again, his magical cock from my warm confines, out to work or wherever we end up going alone.

But we’ll always return to each other. Because now and forever, I’m his.

And he is mine.

5

TALON

Imust be the luckiest man in the world. Waking up the morning after an escapade with my dearest friend, and shit isn’t awkward and uncomfortable. Even that’s an understatement.

Gracie’s still sleeping, with her head resting gently over my chest. Her golden hair, scented in sweet vanilla, some concoction of fruit I can’t place, and our debauchery. One of her magnificent, slender legs is half wrapped over my body, and her arm struggles to wrap around my broad chest.

This is the closest to heaven I’ll ever come, and I’m relishing in it.

I’m too nervous to move, too scared to breathe, in fear of disturbing her slumber. Maybe it’s a good thing, too, because if I had the ability, I’d be jumping for joy and screaming in elation. I feel like a kid again, so blissful and ignorant of the hardships of this world. Happy, careless, and free.

And if I’m feeling this good at the start of my day, how can I make sure Gracie does too? Breakfast in bed? No. Neither of us is the morning eater sort. A slice of toast, sometimes two, whileheading out the door. We may lack the good sense to eat a meal, but coffee is a morning staple neither of us can live without.

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