Page 43 of Devoted
A self-deprecating laugh leaves him in a huff of air. It’s not fair how he looks so distraught and breathtaking in that one motion. He rubs his hands down his face, through his stubble, and stops when his fingers reach the bottom of his chin.
“I need you,” he confesses. “That’s what’s wrong.” His eyes—the color of a storm on the ocean—look more gray than blue in this low light when he finally peers at me. “You are the plague inmy veins, and the only salvation from your infection at the same time.”
Well, fuck. I didn’t think being compared to a plague would cause me to become so wet and needy, but here we are. The look of total desperation is what does me in. The man before looks like he can’t breathe without me, and day after day, I feel myself falling into that same thrall.
My steps are slow as I approach him, and his expression of shock has me thinking he might have expected me to run away after everything he’s done and said tonight. Instead, with gentle hands, I push at his shoulders until he’s reclining in the large chair.
Wild eyes dart back and forth, as if he’s trying to read my next move. Am I gonna kiss him or stab him?
Honestly, he’s deserving of both, but the need pulsing between my thighs has me putting away the knife play for later. I also want to calm whatever pains him tonight.
Positioning myself so I’m fully in his lap and the tip of his clothed cock grinds against my throbbing clit, I wrap my arms around his neck and lean into his space. I want him to be covered with me. My smell, my taste, my scorching skin on his.
“I need you, too,” I sigh against his lips.
Thick hands clutch at my waist as he uses them to aid in my movement on his lap. His eyes shut tightly as he let out something between a whimper and a curse.
“Please let me fuck you,” Knight begs, his breath uneven and uncontrolled as his hips pump below me like he’s trying to rip through our layers of clothing with the force of his dick.
With his head thrown back, I can see the flexing of all those delicious muscles. I can tell he’s so close to losing control.
“Or you could fuck me,” he continues begging. “I don’t care as long as I’m inside you, my lo—my darling. Please.”
Gripping his jaw, I tilt his head back toward me and use his face as leverage to lift myself to bounce and grind on his lap.
“I want you to take what you need this time. Take control, find your salvation in me.” I peck at his lip. A sweet gesture in contrast to the not-so-sweet way I’ve clashing my pussy on his twitching cock.
His eyes darken in a way I’ve never seen before. “Get on the bed, Vivian.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
KNIGHT
My savior in a pair of skimpy shorts.
Idon’t allow Vivian a chance to follow my order as I haul her into my arms and stand up. Being separated—even for those few seconds it would take for her to climb into the bed—isn’t something I can fathom right now.
“Knight!” she shouts, tightening her grip around my neck as her legs naturally find their place around my waist. “You can’t just pick me up like that,” she protests.
“You’re not the one giving orders tonight.” I have a feeling it’ll be an impossible task for her, but I’ll happily welcome a bossy attitude intermittently. I prefer her to be in charge on a normal night when I’m not minutes away from a breakdown.
Tonight, I need to feel a semblance of control when my own heart is betraying me by falling in love with her. I wasn’t lying when I said she was like a disease of the heart and its cure simultaneously.
My vision has adjusted well to the low light in the room, bypassing obstacles without tripping as I walk us over to herbed. I toss her onto the bed, and in the same motion, begin to tug her tiny sleep shorts down her thighs.
Vivian has permitted me to use her body as she’s often used mine. Control is a hard thing to surrender, and I am going to cherish every moan, whimper, and tear I draw from her tonight.
“Hips up, darling.” I slap her outer thigh, which causes Vivian to let out a little yelp as she follows my orders and lets me strip her of the pajamas completely.
Fuck me.She is completely bare, her flushed cunt already glistening and ready to take me. The appeal of turning on all the lights to get a better look doesn’t outweigh the security of the dark, though. Turning on the lights could pop this bubble of lust and emotion we find ourselves in.
“Do you always wear such skimpy clothes to sleep, or did you wear them in anticipation of seeing me?” I ask, running the tips of my fingers over her inner thighs, but never getting too close to her dripping center.
“No, if I knew you’d be breaking into my room, I would have been naked,” she whines, taking the liberty to push her crop top over her tits. Unable to resist, I lean over her and my covered knee pushes against her cunt while I knead as much of her breast I can fit in my hand.
“Don’t tempt these wicked fantasies, woman.”
“Who says they’re just your fantasies?” Vivian snatches my hand away from her nipple, leaving me nearly pouting at the loss until I feel her wet tongue guide them into her perfect mouth. Instead, a laugh builds from deep in my chest. As much as I’m in charge right now, Vivian will never be one to fully give away her control. And I love that.
