The Heat of the Knight by Scottie Barrett Page B

and lifted them. “More than a generous handful.” Even his big hands could not contain them completely. “This perfect rose nipple is mine.” His tongue rubbed roughly over the entire areola. A shiver of delight raced up her spine. With a single stroke of his tongue, she felt in danger of yielding to his every command. “Mine, as well.” He tasted the second nipple.
    His gaze drifted downward, his long lashes shadowing his cheeks. He watched as his fingers petted the triangle at the apex of her thighs. “As soft as down and nearly as pale.”
    Bashful, she covered herself again.
    “Enough.” He lifted her hand and pressed his lips to her knuckles.
    Grabbing her ankle, he dragged her to the edge of the table then wrapped her legs around his waist. Christiana felt a wave of dizziness and took hold of his massive arm. He dipped his head so that his mouth hovered over hers. She raked her free hand through his hair, letting the satiny strands glide through her fingers. His lips parted, but he did not lean in to kiss her; instead, he plunged a finger into her tight sheath. Awed by the invasion, she tightened her grip on his powerful arm. She felt herself get wet as he smoothed his finger in and out. His long finger was now drilling deep and deeper still, until her breathing rapidly increased. She was panting into his mouth.
    His gaze lowered, and he forced her legs wider so that one ankle was hooked over the top of a chair. Ecstasy shot through her as he completely opened her to his unrelenting gaze and watched as his finger penetrated her. She looked down too, at the pink petals of her pussy, slick with the cream he'd coaxed from her.
    As he brought the cream to his lips to taste, tendrils of heat unfurled in her lower belly. Taking a step back, he shoved his breeches off his hips. He made an attempt to hold her gaze with his own, as though he knew his nakedness would daunt her. But brazenly she looked down at his intimidating cock and spread herself even wider in wanton invitation.
    “Now that is charmingly obedient. Don't you worry you'll spoil me?” he asked, his voice rough. Beckett settled his big body between her thighs. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she tugged him forward, touching his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue.
    With a groan, his big hands grabbed the cheeks of her buttocks, the fingers digging into the crevice as he pushed himself forward. He guided the head of his cock into her. She gasped, and he peered at her through sable lashes.
    “Mayhap giants and pixies weren't meant to mate.” She polished off her mischievous comment with an impudent smile.
    One forceful thrust conquered her, effectively wiping the smile from her face. The masculine potency of the man stole her breath. Her fingers gripped the tablecloth runner as her body adjusted to the length and hardness of him. Her eyes glossed with tears. It was the most incredible feeling to hold him so deep inside her.
    “Lay back,” he instructed.
    The moment she complied, he stroked her slit with his callused thumb sending a frisson of excitement through her. She tried to squeeze his shaft, but her pussy, still stunned by the size of him, would not perform. He stroked more intimately between her parted labia, and her pussy finally responded, clenching his cock possessively.
    “Though you may hate me…” He found her nub and teased and tugged it until she cried out, “—your body seems to desire me.”
    Desire him? Her body had fallen instantly, worshipfully, in love with his. She raised herself onto her forearms, thrusting her breasts out. Her erect nipples were begging for his attention.
    Sensing her eagerness, he reached out and swirled one of his thumbs over her nipple as his other thumb made an identical motion over her tingling nub.
    Her gaze focused on where they were joined. Feeling feverish, she sucked in her bottom lip at the arousing sight. “Fuck me.”
    “Most obliging,” he drawled. He dragged himself out and the