Page 106 of Knight’s Dominion

She moaned. “P-please, Chaos.”

He felt her plea right behind his ribs. “I know you want release, angel, and I promise you’re going to get it.”

Her fingers had turned white from gripping the bars of his headboard and her thighs were trembling so hard he knew she was desperate to slam them shut. She could if she wanted to. He hadn’t restrained her again for that very reason. She could get up and go. He wasn’t forcing her to do this.

This was all her. And when she finally let go for him, when she flew, he wanted there to be no doubt that it was exactly what she wanted. How she wanted it.

Grace played by her own rules, he knew that better than anyone, and right now, she wanted this. She wanted what only he could give her. Badly.

“Do you do this with all the females you fuck?” she rasped.

He covered one of her breasts with his hand, squeezing, teasing her tight nipple. “They don’t exist. Not anymore.”

Her mahogany gaze shot to his, her body shaking harder.

He didn’t remember what he did with any other females before Grace. It didn’t matter. Grace was all that mattered. “Don’t move.” He strode to the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth, and when he walked back in, Grace was still in the same position, hands gripping the bars of his headboard, trembling legs spread wide.

Gorgeous.

She had no idea how much that pleased him. In this moment, this brave, strong female—his beautiful, relentless little warrior—trusted him with her body, trusted him to give her what she needed.

Her gaze tracked him.

He sat beside her and took his time cleaning her off, wiping his come from between her legs, toying with her as he did it, watching as she writhed and whimpered, skin flushed and slick with sweat. She was still riding that edge but unable to take it where she needed so desperately to go, not without his permission.

Grace needed this, maybe even more than he did.

Tossing the washcloth aside, he climbed onto the bed again, sliding up between her thighs, and licked his lips. She stilled, chest heaving, her gaze locked on him as he nuzzled his way up her inner thigh. She’d waited long enough, had been so damn perfect. His female deserved to come, and come hard.

Chaos covered her pussy with his mouth—no more teasing, not anymore—and sucked and licked and ate her like she was his last meal, groaning at the soft, silky texture, the sweet addictive taste of her.

Grace tasted like heaven and was so close to coming apart already that when he pushed his tongue inside her, he felt the first pulse of her inner muscles. He wanted her heat squeezing his cock when she finally came, though. He wanted her eyes locked on his, wanted to feel her come apart for him.

Right before she toppled over the edge, he rose above her, covering her.

Grace cried out, tears glistening in her eyes, and her beautiful strong body quivered so hard her teeth chattered. God, she broke him, in every way.

“Shhh,” he said against her lips as he looked down at her, as he took her hands from the bars above her head and curled them around his neck. “I’ve got you.” Then he slammed into her so hard and deep she screamed.

Her nails dug into his back as she clamped down on his cock so tight he was lost, bucking and pounding into her while she came for him, crying out his name over and over.

He wanted more of her, all of her, all the time. More than he'd ever wanted anything in his entire life.

And when she came again, he let himself go with her, pumped her full, marking her with his scent and relishing the marks he knew she’d left on his skin. He hadn’t lied, there was no one else before her, they were gone, washed from his memory. Grace was everything. All he needed.

He dragged his nose along her skin, nuzzling and kissing the spot between her shoulder and neck, sucking and kissing his way up along her jaw, then lifted his head and watched as she caught her breath and slowly opened her eyes.

“That was…I’ve never…holy shit,” she whispered.

He couldn’t speak for several seconds, not without saying something that might freak her out and send her running.

Reluctantly, he slid from her body, and she let out a lusty sigh.

He didn’t know how it was possible, but she’d never looked more beautiful than in that moment. “Making you scream my name is my new favorite thing to do,” he said to lighten the moment, ignoring the weight in his chest, the words on the tip of his tongue.

She laughed, low and husky, and his cock started getting hard again. "Who knew such a serious male could be so creative?"

He grinned at her, and he knew it looked deviant as fuck when her eyes widened slightly. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”