Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 2)

She plastered her lips to mine and sucked on my tongue.

Fucking hell.

Now I was really in Heaven.

Indiana’s hand wrapped around my cock, and her lips met mine. There was only one thing that could be better than this.

She cocked her legs up and moaned as my dick slipped into her sweet hole.

My name fell from her lips, and she clamped around me, making the tightness of her pussy even sweeter.

I paused when I was planted fully inside her and pressed a kiss next to her ear. “I told you, you would be mine, Indiana,” I whispered.

“I’m yours,” she gasped.

I slowly pulled back and then plunged back in. Her breath caught, and her nails dug into my back.

“Hold on, darlin’,” I growled.

With each thrust and stroke, Indiana gave herself to me.

All the doubts and worries she had about us were replaced with nothing but the two of us fitting perfectly together.

Our hands moved and glided over each other, needing to touch and feel all of each other at once.

“Oh, God,” Indiana moaned. “Please.”

I slammed back inside, and her eyes flared open. “Come with me, Indiana. Come with me.”

Her eyes drifted closed, and she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. Every drive of my hips, my orgasm built until my seed spilled inside her, and she screamed her release into the air.

“You’re mine,” I grunted.

I had never needed a person like I did Indiana. She filled a void inside of me I hadn’t known if I would ever fill. She gave me purpose to be the best I could be and always keep her safe. No matter what she needed, I would be there for her.

“Wowzers,” she gasped.

We fell onto the bed, and I pulled the covers over us. I gathered her in my arms and flipped over so I was on my back and she was draped over me.

“Wowzers, huh?” I laughed.

She giggled and buried her face in my neck. “Shut up.”

“I mean, I’ll totally take a wowzers. That’s seems pretty amazing to me, right?”

She groaned and slapped me on the chest. “Yes, now stop talking about it.”

“Tired?” I asked.

She hummed. “Beyond.”

“You do realize it’s only nine-thirty, right?” We were dangerously close to going to bed too early and waking up at the butt-crack of dawn.

She lifted her finger in the air and twirled it around. “Nap and then round two,” she muttered sleepily.

“Now, that is a plan I like.”

She laid her hand on my chest and sighed. “Good. If you didn’t and insisted on round two now, then you would be into necrophilia because my ass is passing out.”