Page 90 of Twisted Knight

He leans over and kisses me. Our tongues tangle much like our bodies do. His chest pushing against mine, teasing my sensitive nipples with each push in and then separating with the next pull out.

Desire fuels each kiss.

Want drives every touch.

Need pushes us not to think and just feel.

And greed, greed has him pick up the pace. Has him grunt in my ear and my nails score his skin. Has me lifting my hips and opening as far as I can for him. Has me struggling to breathe, to think, to speak—I can only feel.

Oh my god.

Yes.

Right there.

Take it, baby.

Harder.

Come for me.

Faster.

Show me what I do to you.

I know the orgasm is coming. I can feel it in the tingling of my fingers and the tightening of my lower belly, but knowing it does nothing to prepare me for its overwhelming onslaught of sensations.

My legs tense.

My hands grip.

My back arches.

My hips buck.

I look up; my last thought when I see Holden is he’s a coil of restraint about to snap and take me with him when he does.

And then I’m gone. Fuse lit. Body detonated. Sensations overloaded.

Pleasure washes over me. It drags me under its pull. It drowns me in its bliss. It owns my breath, my thoughts, my reactions, and the two syllables I moan out. Holden.

It doesn’t stop after the first wave of it crests and tumbles against the sensations. It ebbs and flows as Holden holds my hips still—fingertips bruising my soft flesh there—as he pistons his hips against mine.

My body is his to use right now. To sate while he steals pleasure. To overwhelm while he is pulled into the undertow. To own while he captures his own climax.

His guttural groan is low and desperate as he throws his head back and absorbs the sensations rocking him.

His hips jerk. His body tenses. He’s a sight to behold with a stream of moonlight across his body, a mist of sweat on his chest, and his hair mussed and falling onto his forehead.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Rowan

I stare at myself in my bathroom mirror.

At my flushed cheeks and swollen lips. At the red marking my skin from where Holden’s hands held me in place. At the fire in my eyes and disbelief in my expression.

I could ask myself how I let this happen. How Holden Knight is on the other side of this door, in my bed … naked.