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She ducked down and ran her tongue along the column of my throat, moving downward over my collarbone and to one nipple. When she bit down on it, gentle but in control, I cried out, surprised.

“Bad girl,” I murmured, my fingers tangling in her hair.

“Oh, you have no idea.”

Her tongue slid farther down my belly, following my ribs until they ended and then moving over to the center, while her fingers made quick work of unbuttoning my jeans. I moaned deep in my throat, rock hard and barely able to think at this point, and when she yanked my jeans down over my hips, my cock sprang out of my boxers.

Ready for her. Desperate for her.

She gathered herself between my legs, her hands on my thighs, and then looked up at me with a sly sort of grin. “Are you ready?”

Her voice was a whisper, hoarse and sexy and full of need, and I didn’t bother to answer her.

I wasn’t sure my voice would work if I tried.

She took me into her mouth in one move and held me there, the tip of my cock nudging the back of her throat and her mouth warm and wet and tight around me, and the breath left my lungs. My hips froze, incapable of moving in shock, though every instinct inside me was screaming for me to pump up into her mouth. To pump and drive until the orgasm screamed through me, my cum spurting up into her.

I bit my lip and stopped myself, though, forcing my body to lie still for her.

She started moving up and down again, going so slowly, so smoothly, that I thought I might scream soon. Then she was speeding up, her hand coming up to cup my balls and then stroke me in time with her sucking, squeezing me so hard that it was nearing the point of pain.

And hell, I loved it. Her hot, wet mouth, her little hand, the motion and sensation so full, so good...

When she swiped her tongue over the head of my cock, I nearly came undone.

My hands went to her hair, and I pulled her off, my breathing harsh in my lungs.

“Fuck, Saraya, you’re going to kill me, girl.”

She grinned, cocky and unrepentant. “Is that so? Will it be a good death?”

“The best,” I groaned. “But I’m not ready yet. I want you first.”

I reached down, grabbed her, and dragged her up so she was straddling me again.

Then I pushed her down on my cock, watching her face as I entered her to the hilt and began forcing her back and forth, driving myself deeper and deeper into her.

CHAPTER 20

SARAYA

I THREW MY HEAD BACK in pleasure, unable to keep the groan from leaving my mouth, and rode him mindlessly for several moments, reveling in the sensations ripping through me. Damn, he felt good. I never, ever wanted this to end.

Then I looked down at him, though. Took in the dazed eyes, the open mouth, the face covered in want and need and striving as he reached for me again and again. This man was also beautiful. Possibly the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I tried to memorize every inch of him—the feel of him inside me, his hands on my hips, his hips between my legs. The shine of his deep chocolate eyes, the spikes of his hair. The way the corner of his lip twisted up in something that could have been a smile or a desperate need for more.

The way he’d taken care of me from the moment he met me.

I gasped at the thought, my body contracting into a central point right on his cock. Everything in me squeezed together, contracting on his dick as the orgasm started. He wouldn’t let me stop riding him; he pulled me down and sealed his mouth over mine, kissing me as I rode the wave right over the edge, and then down into the abyss, to be followed moments later by a groaning and jerking Knight, his arms tight around me and his lips covering mine.

When I woke at dawn, I spent a long time not wanting to move at all. I was sore in all the right places, yes, but that wasn’t why. Knight’s arm was thrown over me from behind, his leg wrapped around mine, and I felt cocooned and safe and so, so loved.

AND I DIDN’T WANT THAT to end.

I didn’t want to get out of bed and leave him behind. I wanted this warmth and security forever. I wanted him standing behind me, his hand on my back and his breath in my hair as he told me that everything would be okay. I wanted to think that he’d be there for the rest of my life, waiting to laugh at something I’d said or go on some stupid adventure with me.

And instead, I found myself on the edge of losing him forever. Standing on a precipice, knowing that I might never see him again. It had occurred to me last night, as he turned and pulled me down on him, that it might be the last time I ever felt him slide into me. The last time I looked down to see that adoration in his eyes.

The last time I heard him call my name in desperation and fulfillment.