Page 101 of Close Knit

She’s the stillness in my chaos.

I want more. I want all of her.

She’s in my home, in my mind, a burst of color in my gray world.

“Oh god,” she says with a half laugh, half cry, just like that night we spent together. My favorite. I feel myself getting harder as she quickens her hips. “I’ve never felt like this before,” she says. “I love it.”

I press my lips to her ear. “I’ve never felt like this before either.” Christ. I won’t last long like this. “You may have ruined me.”

“You could never be ruined.”

A sharp ache explodes in my chest at her words.

Her nails dig into my collarbone as she glides over my cock. We’re skin against skin. Mine hard and hers soft. I meet each roll of her hips with my own thrusts.

“So good, Cameron. You make me feel so good.” She praises me, and I can’t get enough. I’m her hound, begging for a treat that will help me forget I’m not broken. That I haven’t just put everything I’ve ever loved at risk. “Yes, yes, yes.” Her head falls back.

It’s not just about the touch, the taste, the tangled limbs—it’s more. We resonate with each other. The girl with the heart on her sleeve. And me, the tin man, yearning for a new heart.

Her pace turns erratic, selfish. She arches and pins her hands back on my knees, letting me see all of her.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“You always have,” she moans and picks up the pace. The coiling need at the base of my spine doubles.

“Daph,” I whimper and clasp her hips, feeling her heartbeat around my throbbing length. “Sweet girl, slow down,” I beg. “I missed you too fucking much.”

She looks up at the ceiling, her breath coming in short bursts. “I missed you.”

I pull one of her hands to my lips, kissing each knuckle. “I-I don’t want this to end. It feels…overwhelming after so long. Too good. This is too good.”

The heat at the base of my spine mocks me. Stamina goes out the window with her. She strips me to my bones.

“I feel that.” She smiles. “I feel you getting bigger, harder, because of me.”

I chuckle. “All because of you.”

Sex has always been a release, a distraction. But never like this. Never filled with so much pleasure, a space where my body hums with a joy I’ve never felt before.

Addictive.

“Then be selfish, Cameron,” she whispers, and I flip her over. “Take me. Make it feel good.”

Whatever Daphne thinks, I’m certain that I’m unworthy of the woman in front of me.

At her words, I give in. I grip her tighter, my fingers digging into her skin until it’s raw. I take her, moving and groaning, lost in the moment, until time disappears like morning dew. I press my thumb against her clit, circling until her moans guide my pace. She’s writhing, screaming my name mixed into a chorus of yeses. Our movements are frantic and desperate. I feel broken, but with her, it’s like I’m a shattered vase being pieced back together. She makes me feel whole again.

“Daphne,” I rasp.

“Together.”

And we collapse.

My consciousness seems to untether from my body, merging with hers. It’s pure bliss. Our bliss. We stay wrapped in each other for a while.

“I made a real mess of you.” I kiss her forehead, drape a blanket over her from the back of the couch, and fetch a warm towel and a glass of water. I clean her up with care, then cover her in kisses before connecting my lips with hers.

She yawns, and I follow suit.

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