Page 75 of Wicked Knight
It feels strange again to have my wrist bound, but that thrill returns when he plunges back into me from behind.
In this position, everything feels more intense, so when he starts pounding into me, I come again, and it seems like I don’t stop coming.
Suddenly, his thrusts speed up to a maddening pace and he tightens his grip on my waist.
He pulls one last orgasm from my body as he shouts his own finish. His cock throbs inside me like a beating heart, and I relish the sensation of his hot cum filling me up.
I’m left dizzy from pleasure and the untamed impact of him.
And I’m exhausted. It’s only just hit me again that I haven’t had much sleep over the last few days.
I collapse onto my elbows, but he pulls out of me and turns me to face him. He undoes the sash from my wrists and holds me.
“You’re tired.” He stares down at me.
“I’m fine.” My voice sounds weak, giving away my tiredness.
“Sleep for a little while. I’ll watch over you. I’ll take you back to Myrridin in a few hours.”
I smile up at him, loving that he wants to walk me back. “Is that an order, Scorpion?” I ask playfully, referring to the contract.
“You do know we’ve gone past that contract, right? That was the only way I could think of getting you.”
“You already had me, Dmitri.”
“I’m glad you changed your tune.” He pulls me closer, so I’m pressed up against his chest with my head resting on his heart.
I close my eyes, and it doesn’t take long before I’m asleep.
We leave Erebus just before sunrise when the world hasn’t woken up yet. I didn’t sleep for very long, but I had the best rest.
We take the path through the woods, a place where virtually no one goes.
It’s called Freya’s Walk, named after the Viking goddess. I’ve been here a few times during the day, but at this hour, when it still dark, there’s an eerie vibe around the place. The statues and gothic-designed monuments look like they may come to life if you look at them too much.
Dmitri takes my hand, and I freeze, gazing up at him. “What if your father is watching us?”
“No. Not at this hour. I managed to work something out, so we’re good.”
I continue staring at him, wondering what he did. When he doesn’t elaborate, I realize it’s one of those things he can’t talk about.
“Don’t worry,” he adds for more reassurance and tugs on my hand.
We continue down the path hand in hand until we’re at the back garden near Myrrdin. There we stop under the willow tree.
He pulls me in for a kiss, and we make out for a while until he stops and inches away with a sad look in his eyes.
“Next time.” He speaks in a low reflective voice.
“When?”
“Soon. I’ll find you.”
“I’ll wait for you.”
He gives me another kiss before he backs away, and I watch him go.
I watch him until he disappears beyond the trees and I can’t see him anymore.