He shakes his head. “Let me free.”
“I’m doing exactly that by breaking these self-imposed ropes you bind yourself with.”
“I can’t.” The words are hoarse, desperate, a plea for understanding.
“That’s fine. You can stay over there. I can entertain myself.”
My eyes shutter as my hand slides between my thighs. I’m a little clumsy as I figure out what feels good, even though my knights make it seem so easy. I’m hot and wet, but I need him in whatever combination he wants. I just need him.
He’s so still, it’s almost as if he’s not there. But I can feel his gaze on me. I press a finger inside and blow out a breath. That feels good.
“Taste yourself,” he growls in my ear.
My eyes snap open to find him hovering in front of me, fully levitating. He’s a knight of many, many talents.
His hand wraps around my wrist, and he tugs until my fingers are at my mouth.Oh, taste myself.I do, with a small moan.
He pins me down and pushes inside me a split tempo later. I cry out at the slight sting that turns into delicious heat within a few strokes. He’s relentless in his single-minded determination to make me drown in pleasure as he pushes me higher. By some miracle, I manage not to give in because he’s still holding back.
He flips us so I’m straddling him, his hands on my hips while he guides my movements, helping me find an angle that drives me crazy. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Let go, Daphne.”
“You first,” I breathe as I circle my hips.
“That’s not the order of things.”
“I changed the order,” I whisper as he pinches my nipple in warning. I return the favor, which makes his cock jerk inside me. Just the one right now. That’s okay; we’ll have many lifetimes to play with the many combinations on offer. “You need to feel me.”
“I’m feeling you just fine.”
I grab his hand and press it against my thundering heart. “Feel me here. Alive. Breathing. You don’t scare me, Nash Stirling, because you love me.”
“The two aren’t mutually exclusive.”
“Feel me,” I urge.
His hand spreads over my chest, his eyes widening as my heart beats and his thumps in return. Two hearts, but no longer apart. Forever and always together.
“I feel you,” he says with awe. “I feel you, Daphne Stone, and it damn near terrifies me as much as it floors me.”
I lean down and give him the most soul-searching kiss I’ve ever known. We move as one, no longer chasing pleasure but languishing in the feeling of being as one. My back touches something hard, and I raise my head and glance around. Wait, that’s a strange view. “Um, Nash?”
“Yes?”
“I think we’re floating.”
“No, we aren’t,” he grumbles with a thrust that makes sparks ignite down my spine.
“No? So what do you call this?”
“Flying, Daphne. We’re flying. You wanted all of me, so you’ve got it. Even the bits that should scare you.”
I couldn’t care less where we are, so long as we are together. I’ve claimed my dark knight, and I proved to him something fundamental—he could never hurt me, not in this life or whatever might come in the next.
“I love you,” he murmurs. “I love you so much it hurts. I love you like I didn’t think was possible, and for some unfathomable reason, you love me too.”
“I do,” I agree.
“Two words to hold on to, because I think you’ll be needing them a lot.”
