Beating Hearts [Knight's Rest #1]

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He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was absolutely beautiful, even in the dim lighting of the moon that came in through the windows.

Absolutely exquisite.

Leaning back against the headboard, he watched, entranced as toyed with the hem of her top. A coy smile played on her lips before she gripped the bottom and lifted it up and over her head in one swift movement.

The breath was knocked out of him as his eyes feasted on the blood of the bra that she was wearing, even fierier than her hair. Thelonious couldn't help but groan as she unbuttoned her jeans and got rid of them too, leaving her in a tiny piece of silk that left little to the imagination.

The fact that her bottoms were dark as night and didn't match her bra just made him hotter for her. The fact that she hadn't anticipated that they would sleeping together tonight, but was still this eager

He doubted she was more excited than him though. He had been fantasising about this from the very first moment that he had laid eyes on her.

The anticipation was killing him.

The way her she remained defiant with a smug smile on her face – clearly happy with his reaction towards her and her body – and with her eyes unwavering from his, he was sure that he wouldn't last long.

Darcy stalked towards the bed slowly, with a purpose. She had wanted him for so long and the whole night she couldn't help but wander what it would feel like to be with him, to truly be with him. She was just glad that that this was finally happening.

Her insides felt like jelly and the closer she got to him, the more she felt her underwear dampening. If she wasn't so turned on and desperate for him, she would be embarrassed with her wanton behaviour. But right now, she was past caring.

Darcy wanted him.

When she was within reaching distance, he did exactly that. A surprised gasp escaped her as he leaned forward, grabbed her by the waist and yanked her towards him. They both landed in a heap on the bed, with her splayed over his chest as he resumed his previous position of sitting up, leaning against the headboard.

This just made her hotter.

A small pout played on her lips as her arms slithered around his neck, pulling his face closer to her. "That's not playing fair."

"You haven't been playing fair all night, you vixen." His voice was gruff and husky with lust, his hands shaping over the slope of her back before they reached her panties. Two fingers slipped past the waistband and when she didn't stop him, but rather stretched further up onto her knees to give him better access, he grinned before his fingers adventured further.

Darcy wanted to gulp, but her breath hitched in her throat at the sensation. A mewl escaped her when he had located her clitoris, flicking it. At this point, he had his whole hand was in her underwear and rubbed her relentlessly, only pulling her closer to him as her back arched at the welcomed sensation.

"Thelonious," she gasped, too breathy and airy to be considered actual speech. "That feels so good. Please don't stop."

"I know," he replied and heeding to her command, he dipped his finger into her folds.

Her hands braced against his back as she buried her face in the crook of his neck in attempt to mute the groans of satisfaction that passed her lips. His finger dipped in and out, faster and harder as the sounds of her pleasure increased in volume.

When he added a second finger, he could feel her thighs trembling with anticipation and knew that she wouldn't be able to last much longer.

"I'm going to cum," she whispered in his ear, out of breath. She placed open mouthed kisses along his neck and he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of her before she exploded into her first climax of the night. And Thelonious was determined that it would be the first of many. As if a promise, he guided her face to his as he gave a sweet but short kiss.