Page 106 of Knight’s Retribution

When the water was steaming, she slipped off her robe, letting it drop to the floor, and climbed in. Rocco crowded her, resting his hands on her hips, moving them up and down her sides. Her body had changed over the last couple of months. She was stronger, still soft but also harder, more muscled. She was utterly gorgeous.

They’d trained together the last few weeks, and he’d tried and failed to push her to her limits, tried to test how far she could go, where he needed to be careful with her. He didn’t. She didn’t have a fucking limit. He moved quicker, so did she. He ran faster, she was right at his side. He threw her farther, she nailed the landing perfectly every fucking time.

They predicted each other’s moves, five steps ahead of them happening. Ursula was right, separate, they were dangerous, together, they were unstoppable.

Kyler was spectacular in every fucking way. And tomorrow, they’d fight side by side.

No, they’d fight as one.

She ran her hands over his chest. “What are you thinking?”

He held her gorgeous blue eyes. “That I never want this night to end.”

She blinked up at him, then leaned in and kissed where her hands had been, then tilted her head back. “Let’s make the most of it.”

Because it might be our last. The words went unsaid but hovered between them.

Her eyes shone with unshed tears, and Rocco leaned in and kissed her. “Tomorrow doesn’t exist, just here and now,” he said against her lips.

“Yes,” she whispered.

He cupped the side of her face. “I couldn’t have asked for a better mate. I couldn’t have dreamed up a better female to be mine, to walk by my side. I’m so proud of you.” He swiped his thumb over her full lower lip. “And fuck me, you’re hot. I’m fucking obsessed with you,” he said, grinning down at her.

She laughed, even as a tear streaked down her cheek. “And you’re the sexiest male I’ve ever laid eyes on. It’s a good thing you’re obsessed with me, because I can’t get enough of you.”

Rocco growled and reached to turn off the water. Her hand grabbed his, stopping him, and shook her head. “There’s no rush.” Then she took the washcloth, lathered it up, and proceeded to run it over every inch of him.

He was shaking by the time she finished and so incredibly hard for her his breathing was choppy as hell.

“You trying to drive me crazy, female?” he growled out.

“I’m taking care of my mate,” she said.

And he could see it was important to her. So he stood there as she finished washing him. Then he tracked her movements as she ran that cloth over her shoulders and breasts, her taut stomach, between her thighs. As she moved closer, standing under the spray to wash off the soap.

“Kyler,” he growled, about to lose his shit completely.

But she didn’t turn off the water and lead him back to their bedroom. No, she pressed her front to his, then slowly slid down to her knees, her wet skin slipping over his, forcing a snarl from him.

Tilting her head back, eyes locked on his, she took his hard cock in her hand and leaned in, taking him deep into her mouth. Rocco pressed his palms to the walls to keep himself upright and watched his female lick and suck him, fucking worship him with her mouth. His hand slid into her wet hair, holding it back, feeling the way she moved, while he watched her at the same time.

She gripped his thigh with one hand and stroked him with the other, while that pretty mouth worked the head of his cock until he was gasping for breath.

“Kyler,” he gritted. “Baby…fuck.” He was going to come, and she had to know it, just from looking at him, from the way his entire body had gone rigid and the way his teeth were clenched. She didn’t pull back, though, no, she sucked him deeper, harder, and cupped his balls, massaging.

That was all he could take. He came hard and wild, and Kyler grabbed his hips, holding him while she sucked him harder still.

And that’s when Rocco reached his limit. His hand shot out, and he turned off the water, then he scooped her up off the shower floor. She laughed and grabbed a towel as he strode from the bathroom, but he snatched it from her hands, tossed it aside, then took her down to the mattress.

Her skin was wet and smelled like soap and Kyler, and he took his time kissing her all over, working his way down between her thighs before he tossed her legs over his shoulders, and buried his head between them.

Fuck yes.

He needed that, the taste of her on his tongue, her scent filling his senses, her strong thighs pressed against the sides of his head. He gripped them, keeping her right there, and took his time sucking and licking her, getting off on her moans and cries, the way she arched into him, rubbing against him.

He slid his hands to her ass and gripped it tight, holding her more firmly against his mouth, and pushed his tongue inside her. She arched, her hand going to the back of his head and, fuck, holding him there.

She rocked against him as he fucked her with his tongue, as he traced her delicate folds and sucked her stiff little clit until she screamed and shuddered, coming for him like he’d been desperate for her to do.