Page 67 of Knight’s Retribution

She smiled at him, and it was so bright, it was like the sun had come up in their bedroom. “I’m doing good…really freaking good.”

He grinned down at her. “How about you get back up here, then, and we can do that again? I could watch my female come for me all day, every day.”

The smile stayed as she dragged her hand down his belly. “I think it’s your turn, don’t you?”

Goose bumps lifted all over him. That look in her eyes, the way she said it, it was his Kyler from before their living fucking nightmare started. The way she used to be when they were in her bed, in her apartment, teasing and playing and getting each other off. He opened his mouth to tell her tonight was about her, that he wanted to make her come over and over, but she slid her hand down the front of his underwear, wrapping her fingers around his cock and squeezed.

His hips snapped off the mattress. “Fuck.”

She leaned in then and kissed his chest as she stroked his cock, firm and slow, the way he’d liked it. But yeah, that grip had more power behind it than usual, and he fucking loved it. He’d loved the way she stroked him before, but this…his eyes rolled back in his head.

“You have a beautiful cock,” she said against his skin before flicking her tongue over his nipple. “It’s as beautiful as the rest of you, so thick and long. The first time I took you inside me, I remember thinking you must have been made just for me, because every stroke hit me where I needed you most. You drove me wild. I never knew sex could be like that, and it wasn’t just about this…” She gave him another earth-shattering stroke while her words completely fucking undid him. “It was the way you looked at me while you were moving inside me, the way my pleasure was so important to you, god, more important than your own.”

“That’s because it is. You are the only important thing in my world, Ky. Your pleasure, watching you get off, gets me off.”

She lifted up on her elbows and stared into his eyes. “I promise, I will conquer this. I will, Rocco. I don’t want you to ever regret making me yours. I want to be the mate you always dreamed you’d have. I want to be all the things you need, that you want.” She dipped her head, her hair brushing his chest.

He wanted to run his fingers over her soft hair, fist it gently and make her look up at him instead of hiding her eyes like she was right then. “Kyler?” She stayed where she was. “Ky, baby, look at me.”

She lifted her head, her eyes glistening.

He locked gazes with her, because he needed her to hear what he had to say, really hear it down to her fucking soul. “Fuck, female, I could never…would never, ever regret making you mine. That is impossible. It’s an impossibility, do you understand? You already are the female I always dreamed of. And right now, if you got off this bed, if you told me we could never mate, that everything would stay exactly as it is, you would still be giving me everything I want, and everything I need.” He dragged in a ragged breath. “When you were gone, I was dead inside, baby, I was nothing. I was broken and lost. The only reason I kept going was you, getting you back to me.” He was shaking so fucking hard the bed shook with him. He stared deep into her eyes. “You are all I need. Fuck, Kyler, right now, in this moment, I already have everything I will ever need.”

Chapter 19

Kyler stared down at Rocco and thought her heart might explode in her chest. How was it possible to fall in love with someone again, when you were already totally and utterly head over heels for them?

She blinked and hot tears streaked down her face.

He made a rough, pained sound at the sight of her damp cheeks. “Curl back in beside me,” he rasped. “I need to comfort you, let me comfort you.” His voice was filled with agony.

She shook her head, taking in his own glistening eyes, the way his massive chest was pumping hard. “I don’t need comforting. You make me feel so good, Rocco. I’ve never felt as safe and as loved, as cherished as I do when I’m with you. I’m crying because I feel so lucky. And now it’s my turn to make you feel good,” she whispered. “To make you feel as safe and loved and cherished as I do.”

“Kyler—”

She pressed her lips to his, kissing him deep, giving him everything he’d made her feel, right back. He moaned against her lips. He was still trembling when she climbed half onto him and started her slow descent down his massive body, kissing and tasting every supple, muscled, inked inch of him.

Rocco was panting and writhing by the time she reached the ridges of his abs. She let her hair trail over his skin, something she knew he loved, and licked along the waistband of his boxer briefs before looking up at him and grinning.

Her beautiful male watched her with his predator’s eyes, his breath hissing in and out through his clenched teeth, even as he tried to grin back. She giggled, couldn’t help herself.

He stilled, eyes flashing. “Fucking love that sound, pumpkin,” he said, and she didn’t think it was possible, but her heart grew fuller, warmer.

She nuzzled the hard, heavy ridge of his cock through the soft fabric covering him, and a shudder rocked through him. “Only you ever managed to get that sound out of me,” she said as she gripped the waistband of his boxers and he lifted his ass so she could pull them down, whimpering when she saw him in the flesh.

It felt like forever since she’d seen him like this, since she’d had her strong, insanely sexy boyfriend at her mercy. Curling her fingers around him, she glanced up at him again as she flicked her tongue out, tasting him. His eyes were wild, his body near vibrating as he watched her. The purring rumbling from his chest increased, and every vein and tendon stood out against his bulging muscles.

She did it again, and he hissed.

“I love the way you taste,” she said and pressed her thighs tight together.

“Fuck, Kyler…Ky, baby, I won’t last if you suck me. Climb on, pumpkin, I need you to—”

She sucked him deep and his hips snapped up.

A deep groan vibrated from him, and he looked down his body, watching her, eyes blazing, teeth gritted. Kyler sucked him as deep as she could, which wasn’t that far given the size of him, and wrapped her hands around his length, stroking the base.

Rocco didn’t look away, his massive frame jolting and rolling, writhing against his restraints, and god, she loved it. Seeing him like that, lost in his pleasure, pleasure that she was giving him…