Page 38 of Devoted
“I have been evil, haven’t I?” My sudden question causes Knight to lean back and search my expression. I take advantage of the new space between us, tracing my fingers down his stomach, stopping just at the top of his joggers. “Your poor cock hasn’t gotten as much as a little over-the-pants action, right?” I ask, narrowing my expression to let him know I expect an answer.
“That’s correct,” he agrees. A subtle twitch in his stomach and the bit of sweat gathering at his brow concern me a little.
“Is that something I can make up for, or should I let you do it?” I ask, knowing I can get clear consent this way or have him take matters into his own hands—literally.
He remains quiet for a few seconds, his eyes are looking in my direction, but I can tell he’s retreated into his thoughts. All I can do is calm and reassure him with my touch and a small smile as he processes whatever is going through his mind.
A deep breath fills the room, and Knight’s eyes close for a second before I see his shoulders relax. Opening his eyes, he nods as the hand he had on my hip moves up to brush my hair back with a light touch.
“I need you. I’ve gone long enough without your touch, and there’s nothing more that I desire.” His eyes burn into mine as he begs, “Please.I submit to you.”
Threading my fingers through the short hairs on the back of his neck, I pull him to me. My lips cover his in a feverish kiss, my tongue diving into his barely opened lips from the whimper he let out. At the same time, I pull the waistband of his pants and boxers down, just enough to expose his cock.
Too deep in the kiss to break away, I let my first exploration of Knight be one of touch. Finding his base, I smile into the kiss when I feel the trimmed hair at my knuckles, and finally wrap my hand around him. His cock is hot, heavy, and so damnhuge.I know our size difference can make proportions feel exaggerated, but this man really lives up to his big dick energy. The fact that I can’t touch my fingers around him thrills me.
“Can I see you? All of you?” I breathe onto his lips, capturing his answering moan ofyesas he lets go of me to shove his pants down the rest of the way.
Letting go and backing up slightly, I take in legs, thick with muscle and covered with dark hair. His thighs are sturdy, looking like massive trunks, and his cock—oh my god. The darkened crown bobs as he pushes aside his clothing, his shaft barely being able to lift upward due to the weight.
My assessment of him and the little curses I’ve let out must have emboldened Knight. An effortless smile is on his lips when he takes himself in hand and strokes a couple of times. I have to rip my eyes away from the motion, and I notice how his shirt is still on.
“Are you going to make me beg to see the rest of you?” I tease. “Or are we playing I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” Bringing my soft T-shirt over my head, I stand in front of Knight with my tiny maroon pajama shorts and a see-through black bralette.
“As you wish.” His eyes grow hungry and I note the way his cock spasms in his hand before he lets go and strips himself of his shirt.
“You are stunning.” The words leave my mouth, and I step in front of him again like I’m drawn by a magnet.
“T-Thank you,” he gasps.
“You believe that, right?” I ask. The way he’s looking away from me as I admire his body isn’t sitting well.
“I realize I look different from the men you are normally around,” he begins. “I was afraid you’d be disappointed in what you saw when I bared myself to you.” He looks at me through his peripheral vision.
“Do you think I’m a liar?” Tilting my head, I place my hands on his stomach and caress my way across his abdomen and sides.
“No,” he exclaimed, shooting me a confused look. “Why do you assume I think that?”
“I said you were stunning, and it felt like you didn’t believe me.” I knead his flesh, loving the soft lining found above the hardened muscle underneath.
“I believe you, but I am unsure of how to make myself believe it,” Knight says, a look of vulnerability on his face, and I sympathize with him. I wasn’t always confident in my body, and there are still hurdles I need to go through.
“Will you let me show you how much I love your body?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
KNIGHT
Been edged for fucking weeks.
If there’s one thing I am certain of, it’s that Vivian holds the power to change how I see things. My body. My quest to be lonesome. My ideology of relationships. They’re all changing because ofher.
“Yes, my queen,” I reply, adding the moniker. Domingo’s earlier words hold true; submitting to Vivian and letting her dissect me is the only way I can see myself becoming the man she deserves.
Vivian purrs in delight, her smile lively as if I’ve given her access to the entire world. Could I become her entire world like she’s already become mine?
“I love your shoulders,” she starts, her hands caressing the muscles of my neck and upper arms. “They’re so strong and broad.”
I feel my eyelids grow heavy as I take in Vivian’s compliments. Her hands skim closer to the back of my neck, dipping down my spine, and I know she’s hit one of the scars thatcover my back. It takes everything in me to remain still, and by some gracious intervention, she moves her hand back up to my neck and goes down my chest instead.
