Page 66 of Knight’s Retribution

“No,” he said. “Fuck, no.” He shook his head. “Don’t go there, don’t let that fucker into your head, you hear me? It’s just you and me here. Just you and me. He can’t touch you, not now, not ever again.”

Rocco waited. Diemos had entered her head—he’d invaded their fucking bedroom—and he braced for her to panic or to tell him she’d changed her mind.

Kyler straightened her spine, something flashing through her eyes he’d never seen before but liked a whole hell of a lot. Then it was like the sun came out because the sweetest fucking smile curled her full lips. “I love you, Rocco.”

“Fucking love you, too, pumpkin.”

They stared at each other, and that scorching tension fired back to life, crackling and blazing higher, hotter.

“Panties off, baby, and climb back up,” he growled.

Her thumbs dug deeper into the sides of her panties, and he growled again as she pushed them down, sliding them over her ass, then finally down her thighs. He jolted against his restraints again, his mouth watering at the sight of her sweet fucking pussy, at the way she was clenching her thighs together.

“Get back up here, Kyler,” he rasped, and she finally moved to him, looking as hungry as he felt.

She swung her leg over his waist, and at that first contact, slick, hot flesh against his stomach, he groaned so fucking low it was barely more than a vibration through his chest.

“Higher,” he rasped.

She scooted up.

“Higher, Kyler.” He needed to taste her properly.

She cupped the side of his face and leaned in, kissing him, and he kissed her back, hard and deep. When she finally pulled away, he tried to chase her luscious mouth, but she rubbed her thumb over his lips.

“Will you…use your mouth on me?”

“It’s all I can think about right now. Fuck, quick, sit on my face, baby. Let me lick you…need to taste you.”

With one more press of her lips to his, she moved up, and hooking her feet under his shoulders, she sat back, pressing her slick-as-fuck pussy to his lips. He opened his mouth under her instantly, licking and sucking her tender flesh. He teased her opening, dipping his tongue in, swirling around it, then worked her clit. He kept that up, mindless, so fucking desperate for her, he didn’t even think of stopping.

Then her fingers were back in his hair and she was looking down at him, her eyes so bright, so full of need, all he could do was growl. She bit down on her lip and rocked her hips, rubbing her slick pussy against his mouth.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Her cheeks darkened, and her lips parted. She was close, reaching for it.

“Rocco…I-I’m…” Her head dropped back, and she moved faster, her rhythm growing wild.

Fuck him, he was going to blow just watching her.

Her belly, her thighs trembled, and then she looked down. Her eyes locked on his, and her thighs tightened around his head, Christ, so strong, before she cried out, his name falling from her lips over and over again. He shoved his tongue inside her, feeling her inner muscles clutching and releasing, and she came on his face, against his mouth.

She fell forward, kind of curled over his head, and she kept rocking as she gasped and sobbed, and Rocco could do nothing but continue to lap at her, giving her the pleasure she was still riding out.

Finally, she shuddered one more time and stilled.

He kissed her inner thigh. “Baby? Okay?”

“Y-yes.”

She was quiet for several long seconds, and it was hard but he kept his mouth shut and let her recover, or process, or whatever it was she needed.

But then she made a little sound and his heart smacked against his ribs. “I need you against me, Ky. I need to comfort you, baby. Come back here…that’s it. Curl into me.”

She wriggled down and wrapped her small, curvy body into his side and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

“How you doing?” he asked.