Page 74 of Keeping Knight

We move faster. Harder. Our bodies collide together. Micah’s fingers dig into my hips. My nails drag down his chest.

Micah lifts me, pulling me almost off ‌him before slamming me back down. His mouth comes to my breast, and he takes my nipple between his lips. I arch towards him, moaning, “Oh, more, please. More.”

More of what? His mouth on me? His hands? Do I want him even deeper inside me?

I want all of it. With Micah, I want everything.

Ecstasy teases me; maddeningly close. But I need more.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Micah asks. His gaze burns into mine. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Everything,” I blurt. “Just… more of you. Deeper. I need to feel you everywhere.”

Fire ignites in his eyes. “Ah, Rue. I can do that.”

And he does.

His hands and mouth are all over me. Touching. Stroking. Kissing. Leaving tiny pink marks on my skin like he’s claiming me. He pulls me forward, so I’m leaning over him, and he thrusts hard, plunging deeper inside me.

And that’s when the fuse catches.

A spark that sizzles through me, ready to light me aflame.

My body locks up as ecstasy takes over everything. My eyes slam shut and my vision goes white. My core convulses around Micah, clutching at him. Claiming him. A guttural cry like nothing I’ve heard before spills out of me.

In the midst of my orgasm, Micah flips me over and drives into me. He’s wild. Insatiable. I pry my eyes open so I can look at him, and the emotion in his gaze steals my breath.

“Shit, Rue. Shit.” His chest has a sheen of perspiration. His cheeks are flushed, and his hair tumbles over his forehead. “Shit, you feel⁠—”

Then he comes, going impossibly hard as he lets out a rough shout.

As I feel him pulse inside me, a flicker of a thought appears. How would it feel without protection? How would it feel if Micah was filling me with his seed?

I think I’d like it, I realize. I think I’d like it a lot.

Even as Micah is still twitching inside me, he rolls us over again so I’m on top. Then he drags the comforter over us, bundling us together. His arms come around me. His lips press to the top of my head.

Unexpectedly, my eyes sting. Not because I’m sad. But because this was even more than I ever thought it could be.

“Ruby,” he murmurs. “Ah, Rue.” He strokes my back, sending shivers of pleasure through me. “Was that okay for you? I hope I wasn’t too rough.”

I tuck my head under his chin. “You weren’t.”

His hand stills on my back. “And the other part?”

Lifting my head to look at him, I reply, “Do you even have to ask?”

His gaze turns earnest. “I want to make sure.”

“It was way more than okay, then. At least for me, it was. What about you?”

Micah cups my cheek. His expression softens. “It was incredible, Ruby. It put all my fantasies to shame.”

“All your fantasies?” A smile tugs at my lips. “How many times have you fantasized about this?”

Micah chuckles. “I couldn’t begin to tell you. A lot of times.”

“Me too,” I admit. “Every night, and⁠—”