Page 47 of Knight’s Dominion

Closing her eyes, she did what James had taught her. She thought about where her power manifested, where she’d felt it that first time. In her chest.

The more she thought about it, focused on it, the emptier she felt, the bigger the space inside her grew, yawning wider.

Just like that, it came to her. Natural.

“Ready?” Her voice sounded soft, husky—needy.

Chaos shifted slightly. “Take it.”

She began drawing his power into her, slow and steady, more controlled than she had the first time. Her skin began to tingle and prickle. James’s power was nothing compared to Chaos’s. And the more of it she took, the dizzier she got. So much, there was so much. She felt him pouring into her, filling her. But this was nothing like the first time, and nothing like it was when she trained with James.

Chaos’s breathing had grown even heavier, his breath brushing her temple. She had her eyes closed, but she knew he’d leaned in, his face almost close enough to touch hers.

Oh shit, it felt…good, even when she was sure she couldn’t take anymore.

“Take it,” Chaos growled. “Take everything.”

She didn’t think he was talking about his power anymore. Her skin was flushed and tight, tingling, nipples hard and aching, between her thighs throbbing and wet.

“I…I can’t take anymore,” she said, on the verge of something so damn good, she whimpered.

“Keep going,” he gritted out.

She gasped. “I can’t, I can’t take anymore.”

His body pressed against hers. “Then stop, Grace. Stop, and give it back.”

She did, and a sob escaped before she moaned helplessly. Her hands moved over him in a restless way, sliding from his thick powerful throat to his shoulders, then down to his biceps and back up.

This time, the release, as she sent his power back, left a sensation of euphoria in its wake, firing through her body. She cried out, shaking uncontrollably.

Chaos ground his teeth as his power flowed back to him, filled him. His hands clamped on her hips and he tugged her closer.

When there was nothing left, when she’d given it all back, she sagged against him, unable to stop herself. His heart was hammering against hers, his fingers flexing and releasing at her hips. Grace struggled to catch her breath, to gain control over her body. It screamed for him, for what she knew he could give her.

She wanted to shove him to the floor, yank down the front of his shorts, and ride the massive erection pressing into her.

One of his hands finally came up and he took her chin, tilting her head back. His nostrils flared. “Okay?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck, angel. You’re so damn strong, so fearless,” he said as he brushed his thumb over her jaw.

He wanted her closer, she could see it in his eyes, and right now, after what just happened, her body cried out for the same thing.

His words echoed around her head. But she didn’t feel strong, she felt weak.

Her control dissolved into dust, and instead of pushing him away, she fisted the front of his shirt and tugged him closer, then sliding her arms around his neck, she jumped, wrapping herself around him.

Chaos caught her, his strong arms banding around her, one under her ass, the other across her back. He cupped the back of her head a moment before she slammed her mouth down on his.

The heat and strength of his body against hers was almost as addictive as his kiss. He fisted her hair and tilted his head, taking over the kiss, thrusting his tongue between her lips before spinning them and pressing her into the padded wall behind her.

More. She wanted more. And like he’d read her mind, he gave it to her. Gripping her ass, he thrust his heavy, hard cock between her thighs, dragging its weight over her pulsing, wet flesh. She wanted to tear their clothes away and take him inside her. She wanted him to slam her against the wall and thrust hard and deep, filling her, taking her—

Someone knocked at the door.

Grace stilled.