Page 100 of Fallen Knight

His lack of touch causes a chill to rush over me. I snap my eyes open, worried he finally realized just how dangerous this game is, at least for him.

“Creed, I—”

Before I can utter another syllable, he presses his mouth against mine, our kiss brief but still enthralling.

“If I’m going to lick your cunt, I want you naked, Esme. I want you laid out on this bed so I can properly feast on you. Want to watch you become so overwhelmed with sensation you feel like you’re on the brink of exploding. I can’t do that if you’re clothed, despite how bloody hot you look in this dress. I need it gone. Now.”

I swallow hard, pulse skyrocketing, taking a few seconds to calm myself before standing. Grabbing the bottom of my dress, I yank it over my head. Desire swirls in his eyes as I unclasp my bra and allow the lace material to fall to the floor before sliding my panties down my legs, kicking them to the side.

“Goddamn, Esme.”

He yanks me against him, mouth devouring me as his hand explores my body, my breasts and hips a bit fuller than they were all those years ago.

“I didn’t think it was possible for you to become even more beautiful. But now.” He curves away, tracing his gaze over my frame, “You’re bloody breathtaking.”

He slams his lips back to mine, shrugging out of his suit jacket and loosening his tie as he lowers me onto the bed. Making quick work of the buttons on his shirt, he rids himself of it before crawling on top of me, his kiss consuming me once more. When the outline of his erection presses against my clit, I moan, my core aching with need.

He tears his lips from mine, pressing hungry kisses along my jawline and collarbone before circling my nipple with his tongue.

“You definitely shouldn’t do that, either.” I close my eyes, reveling in the warmth of his mouth on my breast and hard length between my legs.

“Open your eyes, Esme.” His demand cuts through my haze of bliss.

“Sorry. I forgot that’s what you like.”

“Only with you.”

He softly touches his mouth to mine, then snakes down my body, leaving fiery kisses along my skin as he goes.

When he settles between my legs, he teases a finger down my slit.

“And I certainly shouldn’t do this, either. Should I?” He rubs my clit with his thumb as he pushes a finger inside me.

Potent lust clouds my brain, erasing every voice in my head telling me to stop.

“Definitely not.”

“Good girl,” he croons in the seconds before dragging his tongue up my center.

I whimper, body briefly growing taut before relaxing into his touch.

“You’re such a fucking good girl.” He pushes another finger inside of me, stretching me even more.

“Creed.” I dig my fingers into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp. My grip is probably too hard, but I need something to keep me grounded when it feels like the world is evaporating around me, his talented tongue catapulting me higher and higher with every swirl, every nip, every lick.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck my face with this delicious cunt.”

“God, your mouth is still as dangerous as it was all those years ago. The things it says. The things it does to me. Nothing’s ever come close.”

“And your pussy is still as delicious as it was all those years ago. Makes me want to stay right here and never leave.”

“If you keep making me feel like this, I doubt you’ll hear any complaints from me.”

“I plan to.” He thrusts his fingers inside me with more intensity. “Plan to make you feel everything you’ve been craving. Plan to make you scream my name so damn loud, all of Manhattan will know I’m the only one who can make you feel this way.”

“You are,” I pant, increasing my motions as that familiar sensation of bliss builds inside me. “It’s always just been you, Creed. Always.”

“Always, he repeats, pressing his tongue back against me.

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