Black Knight (Royal Elite 4)

Should we be doing this now?

He lifts my skirt up and I tighten my legs around him, wrenching my lips away. “Wait.”

A groan spills from him. “I’ve waited long enough, Green.”

My breath hitches at the sound of my nickname out of his mouth. That’s the only name I want him to call me until the end of times.

“Maybe we should talk first?” I don’t know why it comes out as a question or why I’m so breathy as I say it.

“I can talk during.” He yanks my skirt up my thighs and it bunches around my waist. “What do you want to talk about? You? Me? How about me fucking you?”

I bite my lower lip as if that will make the reddening cheeks go away. “How about the fact we were siblings not five minutes ago?”

As soon as the words are out, I regret them. It’s like I’m putting a damper on the entire mood. While I never considered him my brother, he did – for seven years.

All these years, he thought we were blood-related, and it must’ve destroyed him from the inside. It bruised his heart and ate away at his knight armour like acid.

“That didn’t stop me from wanting you, it just stopped me from acting on it.” He leans over and traps my lower lip into his mouth. “Partially, at least.”

He fiddles with something between us and my core tightens every time there’s the hint of friction.

While his words should have some sort of a negative effect on me, they don’t. If anything, I’m wetter, hotter.

Xander is the fire and I’m the gasoline waiting to burn.

He’s the ocean in his eyes and all I want to do is drown. Maybe never return.

It’ll be worth it.

“Do you hate me for wanting you?” He wraps a strong arm around my back and aligns his hard cock with my entrance.

This is happening.

Oh, God. This is actually happening.

Don’t faint. Don’t you dare faint and ruin the whole thing.

I force my gaze on him, using him as an anchor, and say the truest words I’ve ever said. “No.”

“How about if I don’t use protection because I want to feel you strangling my dick?”

Why does he have to word it like that and why are my thighs coated with arousal.

“No. I-I’m on the shot.” I’ve been on it for years, secretly hoping he’d one day take me, own me, make me his.

Little did I know, he’d never do that. Until now.

“Fuck, Green.” He breathes harshly against my face. “I waited so long for this, I don’t even know how to start and finish with you.”

“Then don’t finish,” I murmur.

“You bet I won’t. I’ll fuck all this wasted time out of you.”

I lean over to his ear and whisper, “I’ve waited so long for you, too.”

That’s all I get to say as he slides inside me in one go. It begins slow, but as soon as he’s sheathed all in, we both let out a long exhale.

I wait for that sting people say happens the first time, but it’s barely there. Or maybe I’m too lost in the moment and drunk on Xander to feel it.