Page 52 of Savage Knight
He pulled away, and she wiped the saliva from her face.“Then turn over and get on your knees.”
Lowen obeyed, and he grabbed her hips to bring her ass up close.Rubbing his cock through her slit, moving her legs apart a little so he could fit better.He pushed forward, his cock sliding into her body.
“Christ, you feel amazing,” he breathed as his hips began to thrust.
A moan escaped her lips.With this position, he slid in so deep she felt full.Bodies merged with an almost desperate desire as his dick hit a spot inside her that had her seeing stars.She pushed back against his drive.Needing more.Deeper.Harder.Her orgasm built and then rolled over her in a tidal wave of absolution.Flinging her high off the precipice.Riding that high as she shuddered through her climax.
Evren had slowed to let her cling to that plateau until the last ember left her heart pounding and her body nothing but a melted, boneless heap.Then he plunged back into her tender pussy, chasing his own release.In and out, in and out, harder and harder.
“Fuck,” he moaned.“You’re milking me so good.”
Unable to hold on, he plunged in one last time and came with a shout.Rigidity froze him for a moment, until his own passion was spent and he collapsed onto her back.For a moment, they struggled to gain their breath.Then he pulled out, and moisture dripped down her thigh.
“As much as the caveman inside me loves watching my cum drip from your perfect pussy, let me get something to clean you up with.”
A few minutes later, they slipped under the sheets and he pulled her into his arms.She laid her head on his chest, and soon, his heartbeat lulled her into dreamland.
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Evren settled a handover Lowen’s mouth, and he felt the moment she awoke with a start.
“Sh,” he whispered in her ear.“Someone’s in the house.Dress quietly and then get into the bathroom and lock the door.There’s a knife on the hidden side of the toilet.”
She nodded her understanding, then watched as she gathered her clothes and did as he asked, heading into the bathroom.With her moderately safe, he could focus on the three assholes who dared come after them in the middle of the night.
The outside perimeter alarm had activated on his phone, waking him immediately.Bringing up the video feed, he watched as three men, all in black and carrying guns, slunk their way through the woods toward the cabin.He dressed quickly and headed to the weapons closet, punching in the code to open it.He strapped on a knife and his gun, slipping a few extra magazines in a pocket before slipping on a pair of night-vision goggles.Silently, he made his way out of the bedroom, clinging to dark corners and laser-focused on every little noise.
Evren moved down the hallway, carefully turning off the alarm before slipping out the back door.With the night goggles on, he went hunting the intruders.Wind rustled through the trees, their scraggly branches nothing but monsters in the dark.Right before emerging from the ridgeline, a phantom took shape.As quiet as possible, Evren pulled his knife free.Knowing he had to be quick, he stepped behind the man and covered his mouth before slicing his throat.The body convulsed, bucking against its inevitable death.Nothing could save him and when he went limp, Evren gently laid the body down to stay as silent as possible.
As he bent, the sound of a gunshot ricocheted between the trees and the bark next to his head exploded.Evren quickly ducked behind a tree, staying silent.Moving, letting the dark work in his favor.No doubt the so-called assassins have their own night-vision goggles, but they didn’t know these woods and they certainly didn’t have the same motivation.He had to protect Lowen at all costs.
He would move, pause, listen, and then continue the cat-and-mouse game.Somewhere off to his right, the underbrush rustled.Subtle but unmistakable, pinpointing the location of the next intruder.To lure his prey in, he dragged his foot, then quickly and silently moved to another tree to wait.Keeping still, he let the second intruder come to him.Waiting for the perfect moment, and when it came, he struck.Kicking the man’s arm, the intruder lost his grip on the gun, and Evren followed with an uppercut.As he threw another punch, the intruder lifted his arm to block.
Evren saw the other man’s own intent to punch and he ducked.Immediately after, he followed up with his own punch and kicked the man’s torso, which made the intruder stumble back.When he regained his footing, he spat out blood and then rushed forward.He barreled into Evren with his shoulder, hurling them both onto the ground with such force that it knocked the breath out of him.Gasping for air, Evren groped on his belt and managed to pull his knife out once more.He stabbed the blade in the intruder’s side, and the man gave a hiss of pain before Evren yanked it out and buried it in his chest.He didn’t stop there, this time thrusting it into the underside of his jaw, where it met the neck and sliced through his throat.The man fell limp on top of him, and Evren had to push off the dead weight.Standing, he yanked the knife free and wiped the bloody blade on the man’s chest before sliding the weapon home.Two down, one to go.
He heard a shot and his gaze snapped to the house.Running, he took the stairs by two, pulling his gun and flattening himself against the wall.Quietly, he opened the door and slipped inside.Noise came from the living room.A grunt.A mini-scream.Peering around the wall, he saw Lowen in the grip of the intruder.He couldn’t get a clear shot.She bit down on the man’s hand and he let out a roar, spun her around to backhand her.She fell sideways on the coffee table, which gave Evren the perfect aim to shoot.The bullet struck the intruder in the head, and he fell back with a dull thud.
Evren rushed forward to help Lowen up, cradling her in his arms as he looked over her cheek.
“Did he hurt you anywhere else?”
“No,” she replied.
“I wanted you to stay in the bathroom.”
“I heard a gun,” she said.“I couldn’t ...I can’t lose you, Evren.”
He cupped her face and placed a soft kiss on her lips.“You won’t.”
Then they both looked at the dead man on the floor.
“How did they find us?”she asked.
“I don’t know, but it can’t be coincidental that the moment we make plans to come back, we’re attacked.”
“The mole?”
“Yeah.I’ve got to call Jeremiah.”
