Knight snaked his hand under my hips and yanked my backside in the air. His throbbing slid along my folds for only a moment before he bit down on the base of my neck and thrust himself inside me. Both intrusions walked the line between pleasure and pain. I cried out from the overwhelming intensity. I had no doubt he’d broken the skin on my neck, and it thrilled me. I’d had men bite me before, but never like that—never with such possession. Knight began to move inside me but didn’t release his grip on my neck until a long moan of pleasure was drawn from my lips. Only then did he lick at the wound to soothe the ache. His enormous body curved around mine, arms wrapped beneath me, holding me to him tightly. As he filled me, surrounded me, claimed me, I realized I wasn’t the only one who was mo
