Page 65 of Knot Forgotten

Her lips part, eyes going wide as she stares at me as if I have grown another head.

“Erin–Rin, the only perfume I want on my body is yours. I want you so ingrained in my skin that strangers think it is my musk.” I capture her hand, and she lets me, placing it on my chest above my rapidly beating heart. “Do you feel that? The way my heart is slamming against my ribcage? It is because it belongs to you, and it knows it. My heart is trying to get back to its rightful owner. Every bit of me is yours. The air I breathe, the blood that runs through my veins, my fucking soul, all of it. So don’t run from me,” my voice breaks, and a tear slips out unbidden.

Before I can swipe it away, she catches it rolling down my cheek. Her fingers trace my jawline as she searches my eyes for a lie.

“You should probably keep your heart in your body,” she says, and my stomach sinks. Rejection shoots me straight through the heart, stealing my breath. “You’re going to need it to stay alive.”

My ears ring as her words sink in. She isn’t rejecting me. She is branding me, accepting my words.

Unable to stop myself, I close the little space between us and capture her lips with mine. Kissing her for all I’m worth, nothing like the soft, teasing kisses of this morning. These ones are full of need and desperation to keep her forever. As if she feels it too, she meets each stroke of my tongue with an answering one, nipping at my lower lip and demanding more.

The shelves clatter behind her as we fall against them, absorbed in each other. I press against her soft belly with a groan. Even the slight friction over my cock quickens the blood flow to the area. But it isn’t enough.

My musk fills the space, smelling like spring and rain. Her perfume answers as she whimpers into my mouth. I kiss along her jaw and down over the side of her throat, needing the taste of her skin on my tongue. The raised skin of Riley’s mark makes me want to sink my teeth into her neck right next to it. Instead, I graze the flesh teasingly until she moans and presses against me.

I’m out of my head with lust, and all I can think about is claiming her. The thought edges my inner alpha on as much as actual edging does.

When her fingers go to the button of my jeans, I give her room to release the pressure on my dick. Her cool fingers wrap around me, stroking to the crown, squeezing lightly at the tip. It is the best torture ever.

“Fuck, Rin,” I swear, bringing my mouth back to hers to feed her my moans. “Easy.”

She breathes a soft laugh against my lips. “You’re not coming, Cam.”

If my eyes weren’t already closed, those words would have had them rolling into the back of my head. I give in to the sensation, accepting the sweet punishment that she wants to deal out.

My spine tingles, telling me I’m close, then she squeezes me to the very edge of pain, and I gasp. The feeling of release ebbing. Then she loosens her hold, encouraging an almost painful pleasure to course through my veins. More. I need more.

I run my palms over her clothing down to the waistband of her pants. Slipping my hand beneath them, under her panties, and into her silky folds. I jerk in her grip at the feel of her on my fingertips. Her soft moan into my mouth brings on the tingling at the base of my spine again.

Closer.

Fuck.

So much closer.

Just as I’m ready to accept that I am going to come all over her, she palms my crown and squeezes, her other hand finding my balls and doing the same.

Every touch sends electric shocks through my body, igniting a fire within me. The ache intensifies, spreading like wildfire, yet I find myself reveling in it. It's as if each throb, each twinge, is a sweet torment, a reminder of my own existence. A reminder of who I’m with.

My mind swims in a haze of sensation; my senses heightened to every nuance of her touch. The pleasure laced with pain creates a symphony of sensations that I cannot resist, nor do I want to, as I arch into her hand.

I welcome the agony, embracing it as one would a long-lost lover. It consumes me, enveloping me in its sweet embrace, and I surrender willingly, knowing that within this pain lies an ecstasy unlike any other.

I gasp out a breath, it catching in my throat as I feel myself right on the edge. Unable to pull back, I nip at Erin’s lower lip and circle her clit, encouraging an orgasm from her. Dragging her with me to absolute pleasure.

“Erin, oh–fuck–don’t–”

I’m broken, and I can’t stop. Even as she squeezes me again, I know it is too late. I explode, the force of the climax removing the air from my lungs and freezing my body. All movement stops as I ride the wave, expecting awkwardness when I crack open my eyes.

Erin watches me with pink cheeks, her lips looking swollen and fucking perfect as I pull back. My cum coats my stomach and her shirt in the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen. Blood rushes back to my cock at the imagery. I’ve never let myself get this far before—always alone when I orgasm. But holy shit, I might need this more. With her. Forever.

“Cam–” she says, her eyes on my release coating her shirt. “I didn’t–”

Reaching for a lab coat, I use it to wipe the mess I made off of her. “I know.” I lift my eyes to hers so she can read the truth in them. When she keeps her eyes focused on my chest, I tilt her chin back up to mine. She stares at my right ear, her face coloring a deeper shade of red as I trace a path over her face. “Rin, look at me,” I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper in the small space.

She shifts her eyes to mine, and a swallow works her throat.

She is stunning in her uncertainty. But I need her to be sure, to know that nothing could have stopped what just happened, and I’m not even sure I wanted it to stop. “Do you even know how fucking beautiful you are right now? Fuck, Rinny. I have never…like ever, came with anyone before. And my only regret is I didn’t give you an orgasm first.”

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