Knight Edition by Delilah Devlin

exploration, rolling her hips softly as he traced her slit.
    Finding her drenched, Navarro suppressed a growl. She’d napped only half an hour, but each minute that ticked past had him wrestling the beast inside that wanted to pounce on her and be done with it. His cock ached with need.
    As she’d slept, oblivious to the lust tightening every muscle of his body, he’d pulled back the covers to look at every succulent part of her. He’d breathed in her scents, sniffing along her skin as he’d made that journey, his mouth watering as he’d hovered over her pungent sex. He’d even dared to lap the pulse that beat steadily at the side of her throat, anticipating the meal he’d make of her tangy blood.
    Impatient to complete his exploration, Navarro rolled over her, ignoring her gasp, blanketing her from breast to toe. His sex cock in the space between her thighs.
    He was glad he’d left on the light. Not that he needed it to see her. He wanted to overwhelm her, fill her sight, every sense, along with her pretty cunt. He rolled his hips and nudged her pussy with the crown of his cock.
    Her eyes widened. “Is that you?”
    “Afraid?” he asked, dragging out the word.
    She shivered deliciously, her belly quivering beneath him. Even her next inhalation trembled. “There may be a problem,” she said, her voice thinning.
    “You took my fist earlier,” he said, gritting his teeth as he pushed past her entrance. “You’ll take my girth, if not my length.”
    “I had no idea. Perhaps, we should go really, really slow?”
    He pushed deeper, stretching her opening, and closed his eyes, fighting the need to thrust. She was right. He might tear her flesh if he didn’t ease into her.
    She gasped. “You’re just full of surprises,” she said, sounding more nervous by the second.
    “Not chickening out, are you, love?” He flexed his buttocks and drove a little deeper, relieved when more moisture flooded her channel. He pulled back and shoved inside. This time the going was easier, wetter, and her hips rose to meet his thrust. “You have to tell me later whether I measure up.”
    She choked on a laugh. “I can’t believe I said that to you.” Her knees rose to the sides of his hips, her thighs clamping hard. She rocked her body against him, encouraging him to move a little faster, and fractionally deeper.
    His forehead sank onto her shoulder as he pumped, tunneling farther with each stroke. “Are you all right? Can you take more?” God, he hoped so. His balls drew high and felt as hard as stones; his cock felt ready to burst. Still, he controlled his pace and the depth of his thrusts.
    “I don’t…I can’t…” The hands clenching his shoulders released and glided into his hair. She rubbed her face against his. Her body rocked faster, and she pulled hard on his hair.
    Navarro gritted his teeth and held himself away from her, forcing his hips not to close the gap between their bodies—she was too small, too tight. She was perfect.
    “Please, please,” she said, winding her legs around his back, trying to bring him down on top of her. “I’m close. So close. Faster. Oh God!” Her hands slid over his back, stroking, massaging, and gliding lower.
    When her fingers trailed the crease between his buttocks, Navarro groaned. “Careful what you do there.”
    “Afraid,” she drawled breathily.
    He snorted. “No, but you should be.”
    A finger grazed his opening and a shudder racked his body. He retaliated, thrusting deeply, and grinding against her clit.
    “I could use more of that punishment,” she said, her words coming fast and strained.
    “Think you’re ready to take all of me, love? Be sure.” He tunneled again, feeling the first ripple of an impending orgasm clasp his cock.
    “ Yes ,” she hissed. “Please.”
    Navarro withdrew, ignoring her moan of dismay, and helped her turn and come to her knees.
    Her bottom quivered when he laid his palms on her cheeks. Pressing her stance wider with his