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“He really is. Did you know his father…”
“Yeah, I know.” He nodded casting his gaze down. Shadows fell on his cheeks beneath impossibly long eyelashes. “I hate thinking about it. No kid should have to come home and find something that gruesome.”
“I have to do something,” I sighed.
“You’re dead set on it too. I see it in your eyes.” We sat at the kitchen table and I looked at Knight with his devastating jawline and strong features, so grateful that I had him in my corner. I was going to need his support for what I had planned.
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CHAPTER 13
Rivers of wavy ink spilled over my white pillow. I propped myself up on one elbow and looked down at Lumi, fast asleep. I didn’t want to disturb her because she’d been stressing out over how to help Zachary for the past week but I couldn’t help myself. My hands wanted to touch her silky skin. I wanted to taste her pussy in my mouth and roll her flavor on my tongue.
I was rock hard just thinking about tasting her.
She shifted a little in her sleep and the sheet covering her naked body slipped, showing me one cocoa brown tipped breast in stark contrast with the plain white she was draped in. Goddammit. My mouth watered looking at how hard her nipple was.
I leaned over licking and sucking on the plump tip of her breast feeling the peak stiffen more under my tongue. Even in her sleep, her back arched toward me, pulling more of the sheet away. My eyes feasted.
My hands slid along her curves while I pushed her legs apart to settle between them. I kissed a trail between her breasts, down to her flat stomach making sure to pay special attention to the small crescent-moon scar under her navel. It was her most beautiful scar. It was what made her a mother.
Lumi’s voice was husky, weighed down from sleep but her moans were still liquid silk filling me up. Her fingers thrust into my hair as I spread her thighs apart. I caught a moonlit glimpse of the scars on her inner wrists and my heart cracked a little. I took her wrist in my hand and kissed there where her pulse sputtered. It was a sign that she was still here. She fought. Shewon. I never wanted her to feel that low again and I’d do anything in my power to make sure it never happened.
I was glad she didn’t freeze up when I took her wrist in my hand anymore. She still wore long sleeves whenever we were out but when she was with me, she showed her scars because I made sure my woman felt beautiful.
Right then, worshipping her perfect pussy was my way of telling her she was stunning. I parted plump lips and marveled at her stiff clit before pulling it into my mouth and teasing it relentlessly with my tongue. Sucking, slurping, eating her pussy like it was my last meal.
Lumi was unraveled. She was spools of passion-red ribbon undone on my sheets. She moaned and writhed while I pinned her down and devoured her wet heat. I groaned when honey spilled from her, coating my lips and chin. Inching toward my Adam’s apple.
She was earthy and delicate.
Mine.
I kissed her thighs, biting as I went, leaving my marks on her deep brown skin. I couldn’t stay away from her clit though. My mouth found its home again French kissing her creamy slick pussy. Licking into the heat burning at her core. I’d never tasted anyone so summertime sweet. So tight. So perfect.
“I need to feel you,” she whimpered, her thighs bracketing my face.
“Tell me where, baby,” I demanded from between her legs. I leveled a look at her and she met my gaze with unmitigated passion. Her guard was gone and her vulnerability was exposed for me.Onlyfor me.
She was like a ripe mango. Sweet beneath the thick skin nature forced upon her.
“My pussy,” she moaned. I kissed and bit my way back to her lips and pushed inside of her while she licked her wetness from my lips, tasting her own orgasm.
“Like this?” I asked, pushing deeper into her tight pussy.
“Yes, Knight! Oh, god!”
Lumi was sweeter, hotter, and richer than any liquor that had ever crossed my lips. Fucking her was the only addiction I wanted to chase ever again. When I was with her…inside of her, I was high. I was in the fucking clouds. She was a beacon guiding me out of the darkness that blinded me.
I needed her.
And I fucked her like I needed her. I fucked her like she was the only woman in the world because to me, she was. I fucked her like I had stock in headboards because we were about to crack that one in half.
I was so deep inside of her that her soul was mine. Her moans rained through my veins. And when she came…
Good, god.
If her moans were rain, her climax was thunder and lightning shaking my core. I couldn’t hold on to my orgasm if I wanted to. Not if a dozen men trained guns on me.
