Page 69 of Knight’s Retribution

He slammed up again and again. “That’s it, take what you need, Ky.”

She didn’t hold back, she couldn’t. She needed more, harder, faster.

“God…yeah, like that, pumpkin.”

She thought sex with Rocco had been amazing before, but she’d never lost control like this, not really. But having her enormous male restrained and bucking into her wildly while she rode him hard was so perfect she was on the verge of crying all over again.

Rocco gasped, and stared at her unseeing.

“Rocco?”

His face lit up, somehow even more beautiful than ever before. “I can see it, Ky. The thread, it’s right there, baby.”

She dropped forward and held his face in her hands as she moved, as she made love to him and looked into his unseeing eyes. “What does it look like?”

“It’s shimmery, silver, so beautiful. So beautiful, you know it’s made of pure goodness.” His vision cleared, and he was looking right at her, seeing her and the beauty in his mind at the same time. “You ready, Kyler? Are you ready to be my mate?” he rasped.

She nodded, blinking rapidly, smiling because she’d never been so happy in her entire life. “Do it,” she said against his lips.

Rocco arched beneath her, his hips rocking into hers faster…then warmth flowed through her, on tendrils of light and pleasure. It danced behind her eyes and wrapped around them both until it was all she could see.

She and Rocco moved against each other in a frenzy of heat and, god, rapture. She’d never experienced anything like it.

“Oh fuck,” Rocco choked out. “Can you feel it, Ky? Can you feel it?”

She could. It was like Rocco had wrapped himself around her and tucked her into his heart, like they weren’t just one person anymore, they were a part of each other.

Rocco stared into her eyes, and she couldn’t look away, didn’t want to as all the feelings swirling inside her grew bigger and bigger still until all she could do was shake and shudder and cry out his name as they flew over the peak, then shot higher still.

Rocco roared and thrust into her, coming hard along with her. Kyler kissed him, swallowing his pleasure, feeding him hers as they moved together on waves of pure joy.

God, a sense of…knowing that hadn’t existed before filled her to bursting. She wasn’t just looking into Rocco’s gorgeous navy-blue eyes, she felt him right there in her heart as well.

She didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, or even in an hour, but for the first time since she’d been reunited with him, she wasn’t afraid. The memories, the fear, they were being suffocated by her happiness.

No, she’d never doubted who Rocco was, but Diemos and what he’d done to her had crowded her mind, and it had been impossible to push back. Now the memories had to fight with her reality, and there was no way they could win, not in that moment. And god, she missed the feel of Rocco’s arms around her.

She wanted that.

She needed it so bad, she ached.

So she pressed another kiss to his lips and crawled up the bed, undoing one wrist, then the other. He watched her as she moved back down, lying on top of him, her face pressed against his throat.

“Ky?” he rasped.

She squeezed him tight. “Hold me, Rocco. I need you to hold me.”

His arms banded around her instantly, and he pressed his lips to the top of her head. “I’m here, pumpkin, I’m here and I’m never letting you go again.”

* * *

Rocco lay there, his feet still cuffed, Kyler wrapped in his arms, and tried to fucking breathe.

Easier said than done.

This was the first time she let him hold her since he got her back, and he wasn’t just holding the female he loved beyond reason, he was holding his mate. His mate.

His mind was spinning, and his heart was racing, and it was full, so incredibly full. What they’d just done…experienced, was something he would never forget. Kyler wasn’t just Kyler anymore, she was inside him, wrapped around him, part of him.