Page 75 of Knight’s Salvation

Zenon didn’t slow, drawing it out with every deep thrust. His body stiffened and he groaned, making the most erotic sound she’d ever heard as he pumped into her, filling her up.

She’d barely recovered when he rose and flipped her onto her belly, lifting her hips so her ass was in the air. He cupped her sex, massaging her, circling her clit until she was a writhing, whimpering mess. “Oh God.” She moved against his hand restlessly as another orgasm built.

“So fucking, hot, so beautiful.” He pushed two fingers inside her and her muscles began to quiver. One more brush over her clit and she’d explode. She felt him move in closer and then his fingers were gone, but before she could whimper in protest, he thrust his cock back inside her. Mia cried out as her second climax flowed through her. Zenon fucked her through it, his powerful thrusts going deeper than ever before. Gripping her hips, he came again, milking his body with hers until he’d rung every last tremor from his body.

He gently rolled her onto her back and brushed the hair away from her face. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark, and her belly flipped at the intensity of his gaze.

Leaning down, he kissed her shoulder before climbing out of bed. He returned a moment later with a warm damp washcloth and carefully, almost reverently cleaned her.

After throwing it in the hamper, he crawled onto the bed and trailed hot wet kisses from her ankle to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, until his lips were mere inches from her sex. And even after all the orgasms he’d already given her, she felt her need rise again, wanting more of him.

Spreading her open, he lifted his gaze to hers. His tongue darted out and he soothed her oversensitive flesh with gentle, warm strokes. “You taste so good, Mia, so sweet. I love that I can taste myself mixed with you.” He lapped at her again and moaned in pleasure.

Mia bit down on her lip, his erotic words hitting her low in her belly. His dark head between her parted thighs, his powerful shoulders and chest bunching and straining with every move he made, was a sight she would never tire of, not ever.

His movements became restless, almost desperate. The quietness of the moment dissolved, and he cupped her ass in his big hands, holding her tight to his mouth, eating at her like he was starving for her, like he couldn’t get enough. Mia threaded her fingers in his hair and ground her hips against him, needing more. When she came, Zenon pushed his tongue inside her, sucking at her greedily, making her quake beneath him.

Boneless, she felt him press a kiss to her inner thigh before climbing in beside her and pulling the covers over them.

“I love you, Mia,” he whispered before tucking her into his side and wrapping her tight in his arms.

Her last thought before drifting off was that she needed to talk to him when she woke and find out what was bothering him.

But when she woke the next morning—he was gone.