Page 71 of Pride: Kneel Before None

Mine to take. Mine to have. Mine to learn how to survive.

I reached down to grip the hard length of my dick, the ridges on the underside swollen with need. Using the head, I applied pressure along her slit to part her enough that I could rub myself against her clit.

Even asleep, she responded—a quiet moan as I dragged the tip over the small bud.

“That’s it, all you have to do is feel,” I coaxed her.

Her hips tilted up, presenting herself more fully. I hummed in appreciation.

Dragging the head of my cock from her clit down to her opening, I gathered the slick arousal that accumulated as her body recognized what it desired most.

The purposeful movements provided an exquisite form of self-torture.

With every pass of my cock over her sensitive bundle of nerves, she rewarded me with another delightful sound that paled in comparison to every fantasy I’d ever dreamed of.

Coated in her arousal, I made one final pass down to her entrance. I pressed forward enough to notch the pulsing crown of my dick inside her cunt. Held it there, gritting my teeth as her tight warmth threatened to steal my self-control.

I may have taken her virginity in a haze of lust and greed, but now I wanted to experience how she felt taking me at a pace designed to push both our limits.

Not even an inch in, I noticed her eyes shifting behind her closed lids. My hand cupped the side of her face, thumb swiping across her lips.

“Go back to sleep, Eve. I’ve got you.” The gentleness of my tone was something that I had never used with any woman.

Her eyes cracked open just enough that I could see the sparkling sapphires peering up at me.

“Ace,” she murmured, her voice thick with slumber.

Leaning down, my forehead brushed against hers, bringing us close enough to share the same air. Drawing her lower lip down with the tip of my thumb, my lips brushed over hers in a promise of care that I rarely showed.

“Going to make sure you get your rest.”

Instead of responding with words, her head lifted a fraction to seek out my mouth with hers. I refused to reject such an offering, especially one made with all her barriers down.

The kiss I gave her didn’t fit the definition of tender, but the level of need didn’t qualify as rough either. There was enough pressure behind it to force her head back down into her pillow, her diluted red strands splayed out across the luxurious material.

Using my hand to position her head where I wanted it, my lips took the lead in pacing the intimacy of the moment.

In a measured push, I sank into her cunt with more restraint than I’d ever been known to possess. Eve’s lips parted in a gasped moan as I stretched her open. My tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her while burying the entire length of my cock inside her.

My runes warmed my blood while her body warmed my core, and together, the burn threatened to ignite a blaze within the darkness.

In such a fatigued state, my Little Spade’s barriers of sass and defiance left her pliant.

I’d be a fucking liar if it didn’t make me want to spend every night with her in the same way. Then every day, allowing her to think she had control over a Knight of Hell who had already taken his claim.

Every long thrust into her body left my muscles trembling with effort to extend the experience for us both.

I focused on tasting her skin anywhere I could, breathing in the scent of her body, and feeling the way her body responded to everything I gave her.

Words threatened to spill out of me that were the opposite of who I prided myself to be. To keep them imprisoned, I busied my mouth worshiping every part of the woman fate had chosen as my queen.

Her walls tightened around my cock, begging for me to keep her filled. It was a constant dance of give and take between our bodies and my control.

A sheen of sweat covered us both, but I refused to let the sweet torment end before I was ready. My hellfire pulsed across the surface of my skin, the crimson aura of the runes that branched along my dick disappearing into Eve’s body with every steady roll of my hips.

Seeing my Little Spade take what I gave her sparked a possessive sense of pride deep in my chest. Fate had played its hand wisely in bringing her to me. Only Eve could match my needs while I determined hers.

Feeling the pulsing of my runes grow more demanding, my pace faltered as I neared my limits.