How this knight saw me. How I saw myself.
Liar. Traitor.
But also more.
Warrior. Defender.
Someone who made mistakes. Someone who learned from them.
Someone real. Someone honest.
Private, only between us and without ceremony, Aire set his palm on my pounding heart. “Aspen of Autumn,” he dubbed. “Brazen Creature of this land. Will you be my knight in shining armor?”
Sucking back tears, I bobbed my head. “Fuck yes.”
Pride lifted the corners of his mouth. Warmth banked in those pupils, the same need blazing a path up my thighs.
With a growl, Aire grabbed my face and snared my mouth. At the same time, I threw myself against his body.
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We slammed into one another. I smashed my mouth to Aspen’s, catching her whimper against my lips. The noise set me into action, my kiss prying her open, my tongue diving with quick strokes.
Desire, yearning, and a thousand wishes broke me to pieces. My shackled hands gripped Aspen’s countenance, holding her in place. Groaning, I tore the kiss to shreds, my mouth claiming hers, our tongues swatting.
Despite Aspen’s tethered wrists, she grasped my jaw in kind. Impassioned, she reciprocated this longing. Confined as we might be, we reached for salvation within each other, to preserve this bond, to take strength from it.
To celebrate every breath we drew. To find hope in the darkest of shadows.
To fight for one another. To battle as one.
Rocking her mouth with mine, Aspen pushed into me. Desperately, we stumbled across the chamber. Flattening her palms against my chest, she gave a mighty shove.
The backs of my knees hit the divan. Balance disrupted, I landed on the cushioned surface, humming as she crawled over my frame.
Aspen’s knees skidded across the material. Curtains of hair tumbled around her face. A decadent line of cleavage flashed above her neckline.
My cock inflated. An influx of heat rushed from my sac to the head of my erection.
Like a supplicant, I sank into the divan as she hovered above. Beyond arousal, the dedication flashing in those eyes stitched together the gaps in my soul. I could have lost her any number of times since the attack. Separated from Aspen while defending her to the clan had threatened to annihilate me, the estrangement driving me out of my fucking mind. I’d spent countless hours demanding to be confined with her.
From this day forth, I would never tolerate another separation. If the threat ever came to pass, I would take her place first.
In this sacred chapel, I made this commitment. And in this private shrine, I would fuck her, love her, and worship her like a deity.
Growling, I snared Aspen’s nape and hauled her mouth down to mine. Hunching over me, my knightly lady sheared her thighs wide, the hot cinch of her pussy sitting on my aching pelvis. A moan shimmied from her throat as my tongue flicked over hers, licking in sinuous waves.
Besieged, I tore my mouth away, only to descend. My lips tucked beneath her jaw, my teeth skated down her neck, and my tongue swiped the pulse tapping at her throat. Latching onto the skin, I sucked deep and hard until she whined.
With her legs straddling my waist, the thin fabric of Aspen’s undergarments rustled against my lap. Fluid seeped from the gusset. Heaven help me, the outline of Aspen’s cunt gyrated onto my crown, her arousal splashing clean through.
My cock thrust into the flaps of my pants. Crooning, I lapped a path along her bruised collarbone, planted open-mouthed kisses across every welt, reached the tops of her breasts, and seized one nipple poking through the bodice.
Aspen keened. The disk of skin pebbled against the roving tip of my tongue. Unable to contain herself, she buried her fists into the divan above my head and rolled her pussy, dry-humping my dick until it thickened beyond tolerance.
A plaintive noise fled my lungs. Yet I reined myself in, switching to the other pointed nipple.
