Page 65 of Knight’s Retribution

“Yeah, it’ll be different.”

She dragged her hands down his abs and he arched, wanting more. Wanting her to touch him, stroke him, pet him.

“How?”

“When I’m inside you,” he rasped, “while you’re moving on top of me, I’ll see a thread, silvery and fine and so beautiful. That’s what my brothers tell me. I asked Gunner to explain it after he mated with Luna, and he said it was impossible to put into words but you’re not just you anymore, you’re connected in a way that only someone who’s mated can understand.”

She ran her hand down over his hip and rested it on his thigh, and the muscle tightened as her gaze moved to his straining erection, pressing against the fabric of his boxers. She dragged in a breath, and when she released it, it shuddered from her.

“Ky?” he rasped. “If you’re having second thoughts—”

She moved then, coming after his mouth. Then her lips were on his, and he jerked against his restraints at the taste of her. Oh god, he’d missed that. So fucking much. She scrambled up on the bed, straddling him, and kept on kissing him, her hot tongue sliding against his in a desperate, hungry kiss that made his head spin.

They made out, his little female draped over him, grinding against him, kissing the ever-loving fuck out of him. This was heaven, right here, right now.

Kyler sobbed into his mouth. “I missed you…I missed this, so much. Oh god, so much.”

He wanted to hold her, comfort her, but he lay there and let her take what she needed, kissing her back, letting her take what she could handle in that moment. And if this was all she could take, he’d still be the happiest fucker on the planet.

But the feel of her nipples on his chest, the heat of her pussy through her jeans against his stomach told him she wanted more. She wanted her male inside her as much as he wanted to get inside.

“Shirt off, baby. Bra too. Rub against my chest while you kiss me.” He couldn’t play with her nipples, but he wanted her to get worked up, be so wet, so close to coming when he finally got inside her that she couldn’t be anywhere but there with him, that the awful shit in her head wouldn’t try to creep forward.

Tearing her mouth from his, she sat up and her shirt went flying, her bra next, then she was back, her urgent kisses driving him even more insane now that her tight nipples were pressed against his bare chest. She moaned into his mouth as her hips wriggled.

“Put one in my mouth,” he gritted out. “Let me suck one of those tight little buds, Ky. You love that, don’t you, baby, when I suck your pretty little nipples?”

She made a noise that he took as agreement because she slid up his chest and leaned over, giving him want he wanted. He sucked her deep into his mouth, using his tongue to apply pressure, and she cried out, her fingers threading through his hair, her hips rocking against his chest more restlessly.

Rocco shook uncontrollably at her taste, the texture of her skin, all of it so familiar, so fucking perfect.

Was this actually happening?

Was it finally going to happen? If he was dreaming, he never wanted to wake. If this was his fucked mind finally breaking completely, he would happily live in his madness for the rest of eternity.

“Other side, baby.” She did as he asked, her breast, its rosy peak hovering above his mouth. “Play with the other one for me, Ky. Squeeze it between your fingers, tug gently.” He sucked her into his mouth again, and she did as he’d instructed. He looked up at her, watching her reactions to what he was doing, making sure she was solid, that she was into it as well.

One single sign of fear or hesitation, and he was stopping. It didn’t matter how far into it they were. But right then, Kyler was definitely into it. Her cheeks were pink and her lips were dark and puffy, her gorgeous eyes bright with hunger.

So he kept up what he was doing, and the fingers of her other hand delved back into his hair. Her forceful grip made him groan. His female was so hot she wasn’t even trying to hold back.

Her head tilted down, her eyes locking with his, and seeing the heat in her gaze, his cock got impossibly harder.

“I-I need…I need more, Rocco.”

He released her taut nipple, then flicked it with his tongue. “Pants off.”

She scrambled back, and he watched helplessly, dragging in breath after breath as she stood by the side of the bed and shoved her jeans down, kicking them off.

Then hooking her thumbs in the side of her panties, she looked up at him. “Should I take these off as well?”

“You want your bare pussy on me, Kyler?” he choked out.

Biting her lip, she nodded. “Y-yes. God, yes.”

He had to swallow repeatedly because his mouth was so fucking dry looking at her like that. “Christ, baby, you are so beautiful. Looking at you like that…shit, I’m struggling to fucking breathe.”

Her hands were trembling, and she licked her lower lip. “You don’t see me as…tainted because of…”