Page 87 of Knight’s Dominion

“Fuck!” His vision actually blacked out for several seconds.

He was torn between his need for control and watching her ride him.

His gaze was drawn to the sexy spitfire riding his cock. The way her skin had turned pink the more aroused she became. The sway of her perfect breasts, those pretty pink nipples so tight and desperate to be sucked. The way her strong thighs flexed as she moved on top of him. The way her abdominal muscles clenched and released as she rolled her sexy hips. And all that blond hair, wild around her face.

Beautiful. Every inch.

Her wounds hadn’t healed yet, and the white gauze against her skin had him biting back a snarl.

There was no taking his eyes off her, not for a moment.

What had she done to him?

Her bottom lip was red and puffy from his kisses, from the way she bit it the more turned on she became. His female was perfection in every way, and watching her like this was more than he knew what to do with.

His hands moved to her tight ass and he gripped it, holding her in place, and began to thrust up when he couldn’t take it anymore. Needing to go deeper. Needing more.

“Is that a yes, Grace?" he rasped. “You’ll give me this, we’ll give each other this when we need it?” He was almost afraid to hear her answer, but he was starting to believe that she might actually need him as much as he did her.

She planted her hands on his shoulders, sunk down his cock, and ground harder. Her breath hitched. “Like a booty call?”

Fuck, he hated that term.

But if she said no, he didn't know what he'd do. It turned out, being inside her, just being near her, was the only way he could function now. Until things settled down between them at least.

“If that’s what you want to call it.” His hands tightened on her hips as if holding her to him could make her say yes. He thrust up again, deeper this time. She cried out. "Well?"

Leaning in, she slid her cheek along his jaw, her hair falling like a silken curtain around them both. "If I agree, it doesn't mean I suddenly answer to you. I still go where I want, with who I want, whenever I want, understand?"

If that was a deal breaker, he was fucked. "I don't share, Grace,” he said, rocking into her. “I need to be the only male that you're fucking.”

Her eyes narrowed as her fingernails scored his chest. "And will I be the only female?"

"Yes," he answered instantly. He didn't want anyone else.

She looked down, gaze locked on his, something moving deep in her eyes. “I never slept with him, you know. With Oden. If you think I would do that, could do that…I can’t…”

He jolted beneath her, a rough breath exploding past his lips. Relief washed through him even as he knew it to be true. “I know. I do, Grace.” He was a jealous fucker, but he knew she would never be with a male like that, not for any reason.

Her lids lowered, eyes bright. “Okay then, yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Thank God. The last few days without her had been hell. He'd never in his life felt more out of control. He'd thought staying away from her would help him maintain the self-discipline he lived by, but the mating had messed with him in far more ways than he'd anticipated. Grace was the only thing keeping him sane.

Then all thought scattered because she was moving faster, her beautiful body undulating on top of him, taking what she wanted, using his body to give herself pleasure. He hungrily ate up the sight of her, satisfaction filling his chest. Watching as she came for him, clamping down hard on his cock, throwing her head back, her long hair brushing the tops of his thighs.

Fuck, she was magnificent.

The feel of her body gripping his became too much, and though he wanted to drag this out longer, he didn't fight it. He came hard, pumping his seed deep inside her.

She collapsed on top of him, and he loved the way her thighs trembled and her panted breaths brushed his throat. His arms came up and wrapped around her, unable to resist holding her close. But she pulled away and slid to the bed beside him. It took all his willpower not to pull her back into his arms and hold her tight to him.

He turned to her and her eyes were closed, a small smile on her swollen lips. A female well and truly satisfied. His chest swelled along with other parts of his anatomy.

How could that be possible? He liked fucking as much as the next guy, but this was something else. He was a starving man, and Grace was an all-you-could-eat buffet. He ignored his cock and asked the question that had been plaguing him since the moment he met her.