Free Knight's Game by Cc Gibbs

make her feel this explosive lust and free her from her inconvenient, insatiable, burning desire for the elusive Dominic Knight.
    His anger instantly drained away, his gut-tightening jealousy faded. ‘No, you shouldn’t,’ he said gently, his fingertip gossamer light on her nipple. ‘Because I want these to be mine.’ Then he cupped her chin, raised her face so their eyes met, so he saw her smouldering desire and she his unflinching resolve. ‘Tell me they’re mine,’ he said quietly. ‘And I’ll let you come.’
    ‘Sorry, too late.’ Her green gaze was playful, the flush of arousal pinking her skin. ‘I don’t think I actually
need
you.’
    He laughed. ‘God damn, I’ve missed you, baby. Who else but you makes me irrelevant? Then again,’ he said softly, bending his head, giving her a quick glance from under his lashes, ‘maybe I can change your mind.’ His mouth closed gently over the tender tip of her nipple and he set about showing her who needed whom.
    As the warmth of his mouth drew in her nipple, she felt her body open in welcome, as though he had to only make that first small overture, delicately touch her sensitive crest with the tip of his tongue, and every combustible sexual nerve she possessed instantly ignited. Although it was one of his many gifts and accomplishments – his incredible tactile finesse. Whether hands, or mouth or his perfect dick, he handled himself with a kind of professional artistry. And if she wasn’t feeling the delicious heat sliding downwards from his mouth to her quivering, throbbing sex, she might take issue with what was clearly the catchphrase here: experience is the best teacher.
    But he was nibbling now, his teeth leaving little jolts intheir wake that tingled at first, then stung, then ravished her senses and stole her reason and reminded her so violently of the nipple clips in Hong Kong, she cried out in a frenzy of need.
    He lifted his head, the air suddenly cool on her nipple. ‘Soon, baby. Try to relax.’
    ‘I can’t!’
    ‘Sure you can.’ He touched her cheek. ‘Try.’ Then he dipped his head and gently bit her other nipple.
    It was no contest; it never was.
    Because he could make her feel so fine it didn’t matter if she was needy or self-willed, free or not when the pleasure was so flat-out awesome and wondrous.
    As for his advantage in terms of experience, he understood it only worked to a point with Kate’s hot-blooded libido. So he carefully gauged her response as he teased first one nipple then the other, as he deftly brought her up to the explosive brink before releasing the pressure of his mouth, letting her hysteria slowly wane. Then beginning again, sucking gently at first then not gently at all, masterfully restoking her arousal.
    Saturated with prodigal sensation, wallowing in bliss, dizzy with pleasure, Kate forgave Dominic all his transgressions. Forgave him for all her weeks of misery because only he had the gift to make her feel this good: glowing, insatiable, deeply in love. She didn’t even care that he flinched at the word
love
. She was beyond reason and logic, her body tingling, pulsing, melting inside, slick, liquid, desperate.‘Dominic, please,’ she said on a suffocated breath, pushing his head away. ‘You win. I want you, I need you.
Now, this instant
.’
    He took her face between his hands, his gaze close. ‘We need each other, baby. Give me a few seconds. OK?’
    She nodded, or tried, his fingers unyielding.
    ‘I don’t want to miss this. So hang on. Please?’
    She loved him contrite, although she loved him every possible way. ‘Maybe, probably, hurry …’
    His fingers slid away from her face and he pulled off her shoes, slacks and panties in one fell swoop. Coming to his feet, he picked her up as though she were weightless, carried her to a chaise where he deposited her with a super polite, ‘I’ll be right with you.’
    He stripped off his clothes with astonishing speed, she thought grudgingly, her