Page 105 of Knight’s Dominion

Her gaze slid over him and she gripped the iron bars of his headboard tighter, fucking writhing against the mattress.

Fuck me.

He kicked off his boots before he shoved his jeans off properly. Naked, he climbed onto the bed, crawling up between her spread thighs.

Taking her in, so fucking beautiful, he licked his lips and pressed four fingers to her soaked cleft, pressing down, spreading her pretty lips, her juices.

Her hips bucked off the bed and she slammed her legs closed again, holding his hand there. From the sounds she made, she was close to coming just from that barest of touches.

He pulled his hand free and shoved her legs open again. “You don’t get to come yet, Grace.”

“Sadist.” Her voice broke.

He slapped her pussy, not hard but enough she’d feel it, and she cried out, her hips bucking.

She gasped, her thighs trembling. “Oh my God.”

“If I was a sadist, I wouldn’t have let you come once already tonight.” He shook his head. “You closed your legs again without my permission. Next time, I’ll restrain them.”

His fingers were coated in her arousal, and with the way his dick was leaking constantly now, he sure as fuck wouldn't need lube to fuck his fist. “I was about to fill you with my cock, but since you disobeyed me, you can watch me get myself off instead.”

“You can’t be serious. Chaos, please…”

Taking both of her ankles in one hand, he held her legs straight up, exposing her tight ass and sweet pussy. Christ. But instead of thrusting into her, he moved in closer, so his knees were spread, pressing against either side of her ass and sat back on his heels. “Eyes on me,” he said and draped her legs over his thighs, forcing hers wider and keeping them that way.

With glazed eyes, she took him in, watched as he fisted his cock and started stroking. She gasped, her slim hips rolling again, nostrils flaring. “Please, dammit, I…I need you inside me.”

He nearly came right then. He wanted to give her the fucking moon. Make her come so hard and so thoroughly that any male from her past would cease to exist in her memories. And he would. He’d show her tonight that he was the only one who could give that to her.

His cock was so hard, it stood up straight. He leaned forward, pressing it down, dragging it against her weeping pussy, sliding through her sweet lips, getting his shaft nice and wet, covering himself with Grace and growling at the sounds she made as he did.

“Keep your eyes on me. Do not look away.”

She cursed as her gaze moved over him like she’d never seen anything she wanted more. He loved it, her eyes on him, the way it made him feel.

He sat back on his heels and started stroking again, faster, squeezing and pulling on his cock with fuck-all finesse. This was all about getting off as quickly as possible and it wasn't hard with Grace watching what he was doing between her thighs. With her naked and laid out for him. With her scent filling his head.

His balls tingled and he felt his orgasm at the base of his cock. “Let go with one hand only. Use your fingers to spread yourself wide for me.”

One of her hands released the bar and slid between her thighs, doing what he asked, exposing herself for him. The sight of her, along with her gasps and moans, were more than enough to tip him over the edge.

He fucking snarled as he pumped his cock hard and fast, coming all over the beautiful, delicate, pink, glistening flesh she'd displayed so prettily for him, coating her with his seed.

Grace panted, hips rolling, face flushed, a sound of frustration, of the deepest, sweetest kind of need coming from her on an agonized whimper.

Not even allowing himself to catch his breath, he took her hand from between her thighs, lifting it above her head again, and pressing her into the mattress with one hand to her chest, so she couldn’t thrash around. He coated his fingers in his come and shoved two deep inside her.

She groaned long and low.

Rubbing his thumb in what he'd just decorated her with, he slid it across her clit, and fucked her with his fingers hard and fast.

Flinging her head back, she cried out, hanging on to the bars over her head, opening her legs wider, asking without words for him to go deeper harder, begging him for more.

He gave her more until he felt her tightening around his fingers, until she was right on the edge, about to come—

He pulled his fingers free.

Grace screamed, her beautiful body shaking hard, glistening with sweat, right there, right on the edge. And Chaos planned to keep her there a while yet.