Page 179 of Twisted Knight

It’s different this time around. The movements are the same—us both bringing pleasure to the same table—but this time it feels like a five-course meal instead of fast food. Just so damn different.

We savor the connection. The feel of his cock rubbing over every nerve I have within again and again. The rumble of his groan against my tongue when he emits it. The possession in his fingers as they touch me.

We can’t get enough of each other. It’s like we’re ravenous for more but our actions are painstakingly deliberate, intentionally slow as I ride him, as if we fear we’re going to overpower the myriad of sensations pulling us under.

As if we fear what happens when this ends.

“You feel so goddamn good,” he moans against my lips, his hands still in my hair, his lips lifting to meet mine as I grind once again over him. “So wet. So tight. So fucking good.”

“This. You,” I pant out, my own thoughts so scattered by the pleasure surging through me that I can’t finish them.

“Ride me.” The tendons in his neck pull taut. “Take every fucking inch and ride me.”

We soak up the moment. Our bodies. Our pleasure. The moonlight on our skin. The words that we say.

The pace stays the same but the pressure builds. One layer of pleasure upon another. One high chased after the other. One snap of a live wire against another.

“Holden,” I mewl as my body tenses and tightens seconds before I lose all sense of reality and reason.

Before my orgasm swells into a huge crescendo that crashes down all around me until there is only him. Just Holden. Just me. Just our bodies. Just my feelings. Just everything I thought I wanted that now suddenly feels different.

“Row,” he pants out. “Look at me.” My breath stutters and my body shudders. “Look. At. Me.”

It takes everything I have to respond. To meet those sex-drugged eyes of his that hold so much more emotion than lust in them.

But I do.

And I’m so fucking grateful I do because watching him crash over the edge is an incredible sight. To see what I do to him. To see how I make his body react. To see the same damn emotions in his eyes that are confusing the fuck out of me.

I press my lips to his.

It’s easier to get lost in the kiss as he loses himself to his orgasm.

Because this—the kiss, the pleasure, the physical—is so much easier to comprehend than why this just felt so different.

Why the sex between us was different.

Why things just shifted without warning.

Why I fell for Holden Knight.

Why being with him feels like I’ve been struck by lightning.

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Holden

I scrub a hand over my face when I lift my phone and see the time.

Eight in the morning.

Jesus.

I slept.

For the first time in forever I slept a solid five fucking hours. I’d like to think it was because I was equally exhausted and sated, but when I shift a bit, I’m pretty fucking sure it has everything to do with the woman currently twisted in the sheets with me.

Her warm skin.