Page 66 of Knight’s Dominion

Her hands went to her swollen breasts and she squeezed, groaning. “Hurry, please."

Yanking his shirt over his head, he crawled up between her thighs and drew his tongue through her cleft. Her hips lifted off the bed and she cried out, a combination of pleasure and pain.

"Shit." He needed her to be still, or she could tear her stitches. Using his shoulders, he spread her wide and took her narrow hips in his hands, pinning her down, then pressed his mouth to her slick pussy again.

As soon as he tasted her, his mind went blank, fucking short-circuited. Grace was the only thing that existed. Hunger, fierce and wild, washed through him and he gave in to it. He licked, sucked, and kissed her tender flesh, but still he couldn’t get enough.

Fuck, she was hot and wet, tasted so damn good, that scent driving him wild. If he didn't rein in his shit, he'd come in his pants just from having his mouth on her.

It took less than a minute and she was screaming and convulsing against his mouth. He didn't stop, though, no, he continued to eat her perfect pussy until she came a second time. When the tension in her thighs eased, he lifted his head. "Better?” His demon was right there in his voice with him.

But she rolled her hips again, and a groan of frustration escaped her throat. “More. I need you inside me."

Inside her was where he wanted to be as well. He’d wanted it for so long that he dreamed of it every night, fantasized about it most of every day, but he was terrified he’d hurt her.

He wanted to take her hard and fast, fuck them both into oblivion, and it would take all his self-control to go slow and easy. The female lying on his bed, begging for him to ease her pain, to bring her pleasure, was his, and he realized in that moment, he would always find a way to give her what she wanted.

He slid down the zipper on his jeans and shucked them off. His dick jutted from his body, leaking from the tip. Grace thrashed on the bed, moaning every time she squeezed her thighs together.

"Roll on your side, angel.” She did as he said and he moved in behind her. "That's it. Now lift your leg over mine." Her skin was on fire. Wrapping one arm across her chest and the other over her hips, he pinned her body against his so she couldn't move.

“Ready?” he muttered against her ear.

She stiffened. “No, hold on.” She reached back and undid the chain around her neck that she always wore and placed it on the bedside table.

He stilled as well. “What is…”

“Nothing.”

It wasn’t nothing. “Grace…”

“Goddamn it, just fuck me.” Then she stiffened again, just a little.

He should push, find out what was bothering her, but he wanted her so bad he could barely think straight. It was nerves, that’s all. He got it. “Relax, Grace, we’re fucking, not mating, not yet. Not when you’re injured.”

She nodded and held her breath, pressing back as he tilted his hips, positioned the fat swollen head of his cock to her slick-as-fuck opening, and finally…fucking finally, slid deep inside her. He pulled out and thrust back in instantly.

He groaned and Grace cried out as she reached back, one of her hands going to his hip, nails digging in, trying to hold him to her, to make him move harder, faster, but he kept the pace nice and slow.

She pushed her ass back. “More…I need more.”

"Trust me," he said against her ear. “Let me take care of you. Let me show you that I know exactly what you need.”

She went still in his arms, then after several painstaking moments, stopped fighting him. Fuck, that pleased him. He released a shuddering breath. With the way she shook in his arms, he knew it wasn’t easy for her to give up control. But she did anyway, giving herself over to him, trusting him. He was determined to show her that she could. With her body, with all that she was.

Every muscle in his body had gone rock solid, and sweat beaded his skin as he restrained himself, ignoring his natural instincts to pound into her. He kept that slow and easy pace, making them both insane. His balls were tight, and sparks of pleasure shot down his spine and lower belly, along his shaft to the head of his cock. He gritted his teeth and slid a hand between her slick folds, circling her stiff little clit.

Oh fuck. He saw it then, the delicate thread, the connection that proved what they both already knew, that she was his mate. “Fuck, I see it. I can see it.”

He fought to ignore it, how bright and strong it was, how easy it would be to reach out and grab hold, to make her his mate, but he resisted. He didn’t know what would happen when he finally did, but he knew from what his brothers told him, his control would be shot to shit.

He would not hurt her. Could not.

Her body was strong and tight, and slick with sweat, and as they slid against each other, every damn nerve ending fired to life, heightening each touch, each movement.

Then her inner muscles grasped at his dick, squeezing hard, knocking the wind from him. She cried out, “Do it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”