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But what now?
My body becomes floppy like a ragdoll when he turns me to face him, but he keeps me cocooned against him, trapped in the scent of our wild lovemaking.
Knight rests his chin on top of my head, and we stand like that for a few heartbeats before he pulls back and gazes down at me with something wicked flashing in the corners of his eyes.
“Get your clothes back on.” His rusty voice is a mixture of lust and sex.
My heart squeezes. I really don’t want to go to the fundraiser. I just can’t do it tonight for so many reasons. The worst being, I’m tired of the show we have to be, and I’ve had several weeks of hell with Chelle.
Although it gives me marginal comfort to know she isn’t Giselle, I still don’t want to see her tonight, or go back to the real world where I lose this moment and everything becomes a stage.
“Where are we going?” I search his eyes, praying he doesn’t say the fundraiser.
“Home.” The corners of his lips lift into a sexy smile when my shoulders sag with relief.
“Home?”
“The rest of the night takes place in my bed.”
His bed.
All thoughts of the fundraiser float out of my mind. I’ve never even seen his bedroom. Now he wants me in his bed.
A different type of hunger writhes through me as I imagine us together in his bedall night. That hunger awakens the hot arousal I felt earlier.
“Come on.” Knight picks up my top and hands it to me. “It’s going to be a long night.”
Chapter25
Knight
“Ride me, Goddess.” My gravelly voice cuts into the blanket of silence settling over my bedroom. It mixes with the moonlight and the electrifying presence Aurora and I have created between us.
The goddess lifts her beautiful body onto mine, her silver hair shining, competing with the shimmer of the moon.
She bites back a smile when her clear blue eyes settle on me. I don’t know why she’s still trying to hide how much she’s enjoying me. I won’t tell her that there’s almost no point now.
This is us on round number eight.
Eight times, yet her skin still flushes with innocence.
I can’t help but think in art, so I imagine we look like a dark fantasy version of Hades and Persephone. But the contrast of shadows and silver and the redness of her cheeks, nipples, and lips give us the flair of a neo-noir painting.
I run my hands over the bareness of her silky-smooth thighs as she straddles me, impaling herself on my cock. Her sweet wetness and warmth wrap around me, luring me deeper and deeper into her body.
“Is this what you want?” she moans, her pupils dilating with lust.
“You know it is, Goddess.”
She starts moving her little hips over me, and I lose my mind all over again, my senses consumed by owning her one more time.
One more time?
No.
It won’t be.
I’ll keep going for as long as we can.
