Page 118 of MidKnight
His fingers wrenched my nipple and he strummed my clit. There was nothing teasing about this orgasm. It ripped through me like a tidal wave. I bit down on a scream. I didn’t want anyone running down here. I wasn’t done with him.
Declan drew my orgasm out by fading from direct contact to circles that lightly stimulated my clit every few seconds. The orgasm faded gradually to a shiver.
“Gods, you’re amazing,” I kissed him gently. “I can return the favor, or you can—"
Declan thrust up into me without another word.
I was so wet that after a few thrusts my thighs were coated in my own slick. I sat up and ground down, riding my knight. He bent his legs behind me, planting his feet on the floor.
“Lean back,” Declan murmured. I leaned a bit and he pushed me further. “Now plant your feet and ride me, Peace. Use me. Make that beautiful body come apart on top of me.” I slammed down and realized what a genius Declan was. Leaning back was exquisite. My insides became molten as his shaft hit that perfect spot. Again, and again and again I moved, throwing my head back.
Declan’s magic hands snaked up to my breasts and grabbed them, pushing upward, doubling their bounce. It made me feel even more wild. My eyes opened, but I couldn’t see as the next orgasm surged up through my head. I was awash in bliss. I floated for endless moments, limp and unmoving until Declan yanked me back down to him.
I expected him to rut me hard, but what he said left me gasping. “Now, I’m going to show you your very favorite position.”
More? My brain was dazed. I was getting more orgasms?
Declan gently lowered me to the cave floor so that I laid on my back. Then he laid down on his side with his body perpendicular to me. He moved forward and lifted my legs so he could scoot underneath my thighs. He lined up our pelvises at a ninety-degree angle. He thrust into me at that angle. Then he let go of my legs and ordered, “Plant your feet on me. One on my thigh, one on my ribs.”
I followed his instructions. Once my legs were propped up and out of the way, Declan grabbed onto my hips and started to move. He stroked in and out slowly. And with every stroke, he set me on fire. Then he did something I didn’t expect or anticipate. He reached his hand through my legs and started rubbing my clit. With this position, he had unfettered access.
“Hump me,” Declan told me as he reached for a nipple with his free hand.
I used my feet on his side to thrust. And I nearly collapsed. I saw stars. It was perfect. The hot warm press of his member inside, the circles his hand made, the tingle that shot down my spine when he pinched my nipple—I was trapped in a constant rolling orgasm. I keened, unable to help myself. I drew it out as long as I could. But eventually, I felt like I was going to pass out. I collapsed. My body was liquid. Declan had melted me.
Declan quickly moved on top of me with a proud grin. “Now, aren’t you glad I had so many years to get to know this hot body?”
I nodded lightly, still unable to focus my eyes. “So, so sarding glad! Gods, you can do anything to me. Anything. My ass if you want.”
I starfished.
Declan laughed and leaned over me. “Maybe another day, Peace.” He swiped a gentle hand over my cheek. “Now, is it my turn?”
I nodded again, still enjoying the afterglow.
Declan lined himself up and then he rutted me like an animal, pressing my shoulders down so hard I could feel the shapes of the stone under the rabbit’s fur. Every stroke hit my cervix. He was so deep, but my insides were soft and compliant and more than willing after all the orgasms.
“Say you love me,” Declan panted.
“I love you more than anything,” I reached up and caressed his face. And those damned tears resurfaced. “So, so much.”
Declan leaned down and kissed me as he came inside me.
He collapsed onto me, wrapping his arms and legs around me in a giant prone hug.
And then I heard a round of applause.
“Let me comfort, Bloss, she’s crying. I’m using that excuse next time, you tricky bastard,” Ryan teased.
Declan laughed and leaned up, still inside me as he bit his thumb at Ryan. “Sard off.”
“Is that an invitation?” Connor asked.
I arched my head back and saw all four of my other knights in the cavern. I gave them an upside-down glare. “Leave him alone. He just died!”
“So did we,” Connor gestured at the group.
I rolled my eyes, which was ineffective upside down. I slid away from Declan, gave him a wink, and stood. “You weren’t tortured.”
