head.”
Knight goes still, his lips still pressed to the skin of my breast. I realize with a start that I just babbled all of that out loud. I’ve had that thought a million times before, but I’ve never told him how desperate I am to know his language.
Shoot. Did I just ruin the mood with my weird confession? I basically just admitted to watching him like a stalker, trying to pick up his language.
He lifts his head slowly, and the dim light spilling in through the windows makes his eyes gleam darkly. He blinks down at me, looking almost shocked.
Then, slowly, he reaches down between us and fists his cock. I feel the broad head nudge my entrance as he lines himself up, then he’s pressing inside me.
Holy crap. It feels so good.
He moves slowly, achingly so, every inch careful and deliberate. Even when he’s fully rooted inside me and begins to thrust, there’s nothing but gentleness in his actions.
But I like it.
I like when Ford or Beckett fucks me hard, but I like this just as much. Knight isn’t either of those men, and I don’t want him to be. I only want him to be himself. And this is who he is.
We rock together, and every time he fills me up, his pubic bone rubs my clit in the most delicious way. My wings curl around us, forming a cocoon that encapsulates us as they embrace him just like my arms do. He shivers at the feel of my feathers brushing his back, and we kiss and kiss until I think I might drown in it.
This is just as overwhelming as a hard, sweaty fuck. But it’s overwhelming in a different way. I feel like we’re melting into each other, slowly fusing as our bodies move in sync.
Pleasure builds inside me, radiating outward from my core into each of my limbs, and I whimper into Knight’s mouth. When I come, it’s just as slow and deep as everything else, a wave that seems to go on forever, cresting over and over again as I squeeze my legs around his hips.
His steady rhythm stutters, and he presses his forehead against mine, breaking the contact of our lips as he stares down at me. His body shakes, and I swear I hear a low sound spill from his lips as he finds his release too.
It’s the only time I’ve ever heard him make a single noise, and the quiet sound lands directly in my heart, making the overworked organ race as the last waves of my orgasm finally subside.
I’m not sure why, but tears prick at my eyes. I blink them away, not wanting Knight to misinterpret them and think that I’m sad or hurt. Because I’m not either of those things.
I’m… changed.
My entire world feels altered somehow, and I know I’ll never been the same person I was an hour ago. Because that Trinity didn’t know what it was like to have Knight inside her. She didn’t know what it was like to hold him like this, wrapped in a blanket of her own wings, and feel at peace like this.
With a soft exhale, Knight rolls us over onto our sides, careful not to crush or tug on my wings as he does. He holds me tightly as we lie together, more tightly than any of the others ever have—not even Nix or Remi, who are both energetic cuddlers.
I like it.
I like feeling precious.
I cling to him tightly too, trying to reassure him that I’m not going to walk away or be taken from him. That even though so much of his existence is spent coveting what he can’t have, he has me in this moment. Fully and completely.
Maybe I do know what I want, I realize, my fingertips stroking up and down his arm as we both fall into sleep.
Maybe I just need to be brave enough to admit it.
Chapter Nine
Trinity
Getting to Hell is not going to be an easy thing.
We can’t just open up a portal in Nix’s place. For one thing, he would never forgive us if we destroyed his beloved home-slash-fortress. For another, none of us know how to open a portal even if we wanted to. And if we did manage to do it, there’s no guarantee that we could keep demons from escaping the underworld and coming to Earth.
This is definitely the kind of situation where it’s best to find an expert rather than trying to muddle through on our own. Sort of