Cruel Shame (Knights of Templar Academy #3) - Sofia Daniel Page 0,67

melted against the leather seat. Outside, the limo sped down the driveway, making the frost-covered gardens a blur.

“You have the prettiest everything,” Orlando murmured.

A moan slipped from my lips. If he carried on like that, I’d be a puddle of mush before he even got a chance to uncork the champagne. I squeezed my eyes shut and slipped my fingers beneath his waistcoat. Fuck it. It wasn’t like climaxing too early didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the hard erection pressing into my thigh. If anything, it would loosen me up for some really vigorous sex.

Orlando made nipping kisses down my neck, his lips sending sparks of arousal into my clenching core. One of his hands slipped beneath my blazer to cup and caress my breast, and his heavy thumb brushed back and forth over my hard nipple.

I exhaled a shuddering breath and slipped my hand up his thigh. Orlando’s erection curved at an angle, restrained by his underwear. My mouth watered. The last time I saw his dick was on the day of the sex tape, and I’m sure its tip was even larger than Maxwell’s.

“Lilah.” His hot breath fanned against my neck. “I don’t think I can contain myself.”

“Then don’t.” I grabbed him by the lapels and slammed my lips onto his.

Orlando probably wanted to make this a nice, romantic afternoon that built up to sex. I loved the gesture, but I wasn’t the type of girl who needed luxury gifts and romantic settings. Sure, I appreciated them, but what mattered to me most was what I felt for the man.

Out of the three knights, Orlando had the easiest personality. Always cheerful and laughing with a joke on his lips, and quick to diffuse Kendrick when he was being a dick. He was also an incredibly handsome alternative to the twins.

While they were dark, he was light with a mop of curls I wanted to twist around my fingers. The twins had gray eyes, which could appear cold and brooding, and Orlando’s were a warm hazel and always twinkling.

I slipped my fingers over the front of his waistcoat, unbuttoning the garment until it splayed open, revealing a muscled chest heaving beneath the white cotton of his shirt. Orlando had the most mouthwateringly golden skin, even in the midst of winter. I needed to unwrap him. Now.

“Get naked,” I snarled into the kiss.

“But I’ve booked—”

“No.” I slipped my hand between his legs and cupped his nice, fat, juicy balls.

Orlando’s low groan reverberated between my legs. If he didn’t take off those bloody clothes, I would rip them off with my teeth.

“Shit, Lilah, are you sure?”

“Stop being such a gentleman and get out that cock.”

As if those words were magical, Orlando somehow unbuttoned his shirt in seconds and at the same time, yanked down his pants and underwear around his knees, exposing the full might of his erection.

My stomach dropped. On my seventeenth birthday, Nichelle bought me an extra large, extra thick, black dildo complete with thick veins. We all laughed at it, saying there was no way a man could fill that with blood without fainting.

But here it was—the golden version of that dildo, except with a pulsing, purpling tip that glistened with a bead of precum.

All the moisture left my throat and gathered in my wet folds. Pushing Orlando back by the shoulders, I laid him flat on the limousine’s back seat. Seriously, I had to stop comparing the knights with Sammy. At best, that guy was average, but he was the only man I’d ever been with, and he'd proven himself both mediocre as a human and a lover.

My gaze travelled down a beautifully muscled chest of dark, flat nipples, and defined abdominal muscles that were obscured by his erection jutting out of a nest of caramel colored curls.

Glorious.

If I could handle Maxwell, Orlando would be a little more of a stretch.

He wrapped his fingers around the base, somehow making himself look even bigger. “Get on top.”

A whimper reverberated in my throat. This was going to be the ride of my life.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I stared down at Orlando, who lay half-unwrapped on the limousine’s leather seat. His blond curls fanned around his handsome face like a halo, and he stared up at me through glazed eyes.

His full, perfectly shaped lips parted to let out rapid breaths. My gaze travelled down the column of his muscled neck, over his collarbones, to a sculpted chest that rose and fell with his breathing, but it wasn’t nearly as mesmerizing as the way