Knuckles (Dragon Riders MC #4) - Savannah Rylan Page 0,47

my nose and into his body.

“Ho—ly—shit,” he growled.

He pressed his tongue against my clit, sending me over the edge. And as I spiraled out of control, shivering and shaking beneath him, his hot threads of arousal poured into my stomach. My throat clenched around him, and with every pulse of my body he grunted with relief. My juices dripped down my ass crack as it wet the mattress beneath me, but I didn't give a damn about it. I lost myself in his sounds. In his taste. In the way his body moved while he was in the throes of passion and pleasure. His existence filled up my life. His eyes haunted me so wonderfully in my dreams.

And now, I had him on top of me.

Something I never wanted to lose, no matter what it took.

“Shit,” he hissed.

His body collapsed against mine and I felt his cock dwindling. A small dribble of spit and come slid down the corner of my lip, making its way toward my neck. He rolled off my trembling body and looked up at the ceiling, his hand mindlessly rubbing my calf.

And I laid there, soaking up every second of the aftershocks of my orgasm before he spoke.

“What haven’t you told me yet?” JayJay asked.

I blinked. “Huh?”

His fingertips drew faceless designs against my skin. “In the truck. There was something you hadn’t told me yet. Remember?”

I vaguely recalled the conversation. “Oh. Yeah. That.”

“What is it? What haven’t you told me?”

I snickered. “Actually, I told you a little while ago.”

He sat up. “What?”

I shifted myself so I could see him. “I told you a little while ago. Before the festivities kicked off.”

Recognition wafted behind his eyes before he grinned. “How long now?”

I propped myself up on my elbow. “A long time.”

“If you had to venture a guess, though.”

I shook my head slowly. “Since we were teenagers, I guess?”

His eyes widened. “Really now.”

“Mhm.”

“You’ve had a crush on me since we were kids?”

“Not a crush, Justin. I’ve loved you for all that time.”

He came and laid down beside me. “You have?”

I laid my head against his chest. “Yes. My love for you is actually one of the more selfish reasons I tracked you down.”

“What do you mean?”

I kissed his bare skin. “I guess part of me wanted to suss things out and see if you might feel the same way. You know, given time.”

His fingers stroked through my hair. “You really tracked me down to see if I loved you?”

“I mean among other things. But I was also curious as to whether or not you did. Or whether or not you could.”

He pulled me close, kissing my forehead. “I love you with everything I am, Simone.”

My eyes watered as I looked up, gazing into his. “You do?”

“I do. I love you, Simone. And even if you choose not to stay, that doesn’t mean my love will—”

I cut off his words with a kiss. “You’d have to kill me to get rid of me.”

He sucked on my lower lip, causing me to moan. “That a promise?”

He rolled me over. “With all I am.”

His hands found mine before he slowly pinned my wrists above my head. The wild grin on his face grew into a malicious smile that curled my toes and had me boldly anticipating what was to come. His lips fell softly against my own, teasing me as goosebumps fled across my body in droves.

Then, his nose nuzzled against my own. “Say it. Please.”

I smiled softly. “I love you, Justin.”

He kissed my tits. “Again.”

I gasped. “I love you, Justin.”

His cock grew between my legs. “Again.”

I rolled my hips. “I love you so fucking much.”

He wrapped his hungry lips around my puckered nipple, growling. “One more time.”

I moaned. “A thousand times over, I love you, Justin. And I’ll love you until the day I die.”

And with one fell thrust of his hips, his cock invaded my body again. Filled me to the brim again. Pushed me over the edge again.

Sending us spiraling into a dark, endless abyss of passion, pleasure, and desire.

Lined with all the love in the world both of us had to give.

19

Knuckles

The grunt rose up the back of my throat before I even realized what was happening. Something warm was seated against my pelvis before the warmth of the sun even registered against my face. My hands shot out in front of me, trying to make sense of the things bombarding my senses.

The warmth against my skin.

Something wrapped tightly around my cock.

Something else dripping down my balls.

“Yes,”