Page 55 of Knight’s Salvation

The warmth of her body settled over him, through him, blanketing him in everything that was Mia. He’d never been this warm. The chill that lived inside him was absent when she was by his side. He’d left her naked, wanting to have every inch of her bared to him. He wanted her warm skin against his skin, without barriers, and resented the jeans he kept on, especially with her perfect round ass nestled against his groin.

But he couldn’t give that to her, that part of him that should belong solely to her. He could never have that with her, and it killed him to think he would die never knowing what it felt like to sink inside his woman, his mate. To share that with her would get him through any nightmare he would face in the future.

He wanted to be her prince. Her everything.

His stomach clenched, and he pushed the pain aside, instead focusing on the female in his arms. He allowed himself the luxury of running his hands over the satin of her skin. He did close his eyes then and let sensation take over as he skimmed over her thigh, up and over her hip, the dip of her waist, around to her soft belly then up to cup her full, soft breasts. Her breath hitched and she wriggled.

He brushed his lips against her ear. “Morning.” She made a little mewing sound and tried to turn in his arms. He held her in place. “Don’t move. Keep completely still. Can you do that?”

“Yes.” Her voice was husky from sleep and sent shock waves of pleasure through his lower belly and across his balls.

Cupping her knee, he lifted her leg up and over his thigh so she was open for him. Her breathing increased to little panting shallow breaths that lifted the hair on his arms and had his scalp tingling in a really good fucking way.

He never knew it was possible to get so much pleasure from giving it. Mia didn’t demand. She didn’t take.

Her back was plastered against his chest and he slid his arm underneath her to take over working her breasts then trailed the other down over her stomach. Yeah, he loved how soft her belly was, how all those curves felt under his hands. Such a contrast to his own body. Mia was delicate, fragile, precious.

Slipping a finger through her delicate folds, he groaned at the feel of her. So hot, so silky. “You’re so wet, Mia. That’s all for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” More with the husky voice, and he was gifted with another zap of pleasure through his body. She lifted her hips trying to take more.

“No moving, remember?” he whispered then sucked her delicate lobe into this mouth, biting down softly. She growled, and it sounded so damn cute he actually chuckled.

“I never knew you were such a control freak,” she said, sounding breathless.

He didn’t either. He was running purely on instinct. Somehow he knew this was what Mia needed, what he needed. “You complaining?” He brushed his thumb over her clit, and she sucked in a breath.

“Are you kidding?”

And what do you know, he chuckled again.

“I like that,” she whispered.

“What?”

“Hearing you laugh.”

God-motherfucking-damn.

He couldn’t speak after that. This moment would sustain him for the rest of his miserable life. However long that might be.

This one peaceful, perfect moment with his female would get him through all the shit to come, and he couldn’t even tell her how huge that was. How amazing she was, how important she was to him.

The beautiful female in his arms had given herself over to him fully, without reservation, without fear. He didn’t deserve the gift she’d given him, but he would take it. He had to. Would die without this moment with her.

He slid his fingers inside her, loving the way she groaned, the way her muscles gripped him, pulled them deeper. He worked her body, bringing her pleasure over and over. And when she came the last time he buried his face against her throat, taking in her scent, feeling the softness of her hair, and pretended that his heart hadn’t just torn in two. That he wasn’t moments away from crying like a pussy at the hopelessness of it all.

Her body went pliant in his arms and he knew she’d drifted back to sleep. And as much as it killed him, he slid out from behind her and pulled on his T-shirt.

She didn’t wake until he placed a cup of coffee on the bedside table. Those big, soft, sleepy blue eyes blinked up at him.

Fucking beautiful.

“Are you going somewhere?”

“Yeah. I’ll be back later, though.”

“You won’t do another disappearing act on me?”