Page 32 of MidKnight
I felt his body tense underneath me as he awaited my answer. “No, sweetling. I’m not.” I hugged him. “After my nightmare—my physical reaction was so intense. I couldn’t stop the shaking. I wouldn’t have been able to stop without you.”
He let out a shaky breath.
“But you are gonna have to teach me how to use the whip. Some of your scars are way too big and there’s no way in hell I’m gonna let you get that hurt—”
In a single move I was somehow on my back on the bed and Declan was looming over me.
“You’d whip me?” his voice was soft.
“If that’s the only thing that will snap you out of it, then yeah. I’m here to give you what you need, Dec. We take care of each other, right?”
His mouth swooped down on mine in a bruising kiss. It was desperate and fierce, and his tongue fought to dominate mine. His hands reached out and grabbed mine, pinning them to my sides as he rolled us, so I was sitting on him once more, only this time I was on his front, his erection digging into my thigh through his pants. Declan gave me one last nip and then laid back on the mattress with the largest grin I’d ever seen.
“What?” I asked.
“You love me.”
“That isn’t new.”
He shrugged. “It kind of is.”
I smiled. “Yeah, I guess it kind of is.”
We basked in sweet shy smiles for a moment as dawn peeked through the window with a ray of orange light.
I was just leaning down toward Declan, thinking our sweet tender moment might be here, when Ginnifer walked through the door.
“Your Majesty—” she stopped dead, red-faced at the sight of me nude and straddling my knight. My maid turned around quick as a whip and announced in a squeaky voice, “I’ll wait in your dressing room.”
I turned back to Declan, naughty smile on my face. “Well, she walked in on quite a show.”
“Just wait until she cleans the oil spots on the comforter.”
“Oh, I dunno if I want her to clean it up.”
Declan furrowed his brow. “You want to leave that mess?”
I could almost see him controlling an eye twitch. It was too good of an opportunity not to tease my perfectionist. I shrugged a shoulder. “I thought maybe we could tell the other knights that you made me squirt.”
His look of disgust turned to one of mischief. “Quinn would hate that.”
“I know.”
“One problem. That oil smells like flowers.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Spoilsport. Oh! I know, we could tell them I asked Cerena to enchant my pussy.”
He rolled his eyes. “After the attack from Abbas, you insisted I take you to Cerena to enchant your—”
“Fine,” I sighed. That story was rotten. No one would ever believe it. I pouted. “Quinn would have gone along with it.”
Declan shook his head and pulled me into his arms. “You do have an enchanting pussy, Bloss. But I prefer not to have the other knights pissed at me. How about this … I promise I’ll make you squirt so your bed is that wet later?”
I sat up enough to see him. I tucked in my lips and waggled my head back and forth as if I was considering it. “Alright, I suppose that will have to do. After you teach me about the whip.” I climbed off the bed so I could get ready for day two of Queen Isla’s visit.
But Declan’s arm shot out and pulled me back to the side of the bed. “Peace, there won’t be any whips.”
“There won’t?”
