Page 117 of Knight’s Dominion

Grace had to blink rapidly as tears filled her eyes, as he leaned in and kissed her belly, nuzzled his way lower, gently pushing her so she was leaning against the wall.

“I need to make you come,” he said gruffly. “I need to make you feel good.”

Grace’s head dropped back, as he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and pressed his lips against her core. He grunted and slid his tongue between her lips, teasing her clit, making her quiver with need.

She gave herself over to the pleasure her mate was giving her, unable to stop herself from holding the back of his head and rolling her hips, seeking more. Chaos gave it to her. He slid a thick finger inside her, pushing deep and dragging it back out as he sucked on her clit again, harder this time.

She broke apart, calling his name.

He quickly pulled his finger free and pressed his mouth there instead, thrusting with his tongue, tasting her as she came.

When she finally collapsed back, he rose and wrapped her in his strong arms. Yes, he was looking a little like Rocco after a week of not eating, but he was still the most beautiful male she’d ever laid eyes on.

“I need you inside me,” she said against his lips after he hungrily kissed her again.

He lifted her, and strode into the bedroom. They were on the bed a second later, and he was looming over her, muscled thighs sliding between hers, forcing hers wide.

She wrapped her arms and legs around his massive body, and his eyes seemed to glow as he looked down at her. He didn’t say anything, just kept his gaze on hers as he reached down, positioned himself, and slid inside her to the hilt.

His eyes rolled up and he groaned. “Fuck, angel, I dreamed of this.”

Grace smiled, which wasn’t easy with how perfect he felt inside her, how desperately she wanted him to move. “You had a five-day wet dream?”

He chuckled, in a pained kind of way that made her laugh as well.

“No, I dreamed you were mine, and I was yours…in every way.”

Not just sex. She’d convinced herself that was all she wanted with him, but she’d been so very wrong. “You are mine and I am yours,” she said, gripping the side of his thick neck and holding that dark, intense gaze. “In every way.”

He trembled at her words, his hips snapping forward. They both gasped. How could it be this good between them? This perfect? How could she ever have thought she didn’t want this, that she didn’t want him? She couldn’t imagine her life without him now.

“You’re my male, Chaos. Mine,” she said on a growl of her own and rolled her hips. “And I will kill anyone who tries to hurt you, who tries to take you away from me.”

The lust in his eyes turned molten. He loved hearing her stake a claim over him.

“Bloodthirsty female,” he said so roughly goose bumps rose all over her skin.

“You love it,” she teased and groaned when he thrust in deep and twisted his hips.

“Fuck, yeah, I do.”

He moved faster, slamming deeper, taking her harder. He sucked on her skin, and she dug her nails into his back, teeth in his shoulder. They were marking each other, claiming each other.

Chaos gripped her to him and rolled to his back, staying buried deep, but giving her what she wanted. Planting her hands on his massive shoulders, she rolled her hips faster, harder, unable to take her eyes off his beautiful body straining beneath her, the feel of his eyes on her as she took him like he was taking her.

His hips slammed up as she came down, and her orgasm rolled through her. She cried out and her muscles gripped him tight, clutching and releasing over and over again.

Chaos gripped her hips and slammed up one more time, holding her there as she helplessly ground down, as his orgasm shot hot and hard inside her, drawing hers out even longer. Until she could only collapse against him, kissing and biting and sucking at his chest, rocking against each other until they were both spent.

Grace stayed like that, on top of her mate, one of his big rough hands on her ass holding her to him, his mouth pressed to the top of her head, while the other rubbed over her back, petting her, loving her.

This was where she belonged. With him. And he belonged with her.

For the first time in a long time she was more than the relentless anger that had been simmering inside her since she was sixteen years old. More than the agonizing pain she’d had to learn to live with. And more than her rabid thirst for revenge.

For the first time in so very long, Grace was happy. Truly happy.

Because of Chaos. Because of what he gave her, what they gave to each other.