Page 182 of Knot Happening Again

Ophelia nods, lifting slightly to allow me better access. I unhook the clasp, tossing the garment aside. My mouth waters at the sight of her bare breasts, nipples pebbled in the cool air of the room.

I lower my head, taking one peaked bud between my lips. Ophelia gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair as I lavish attention on first one breast, then the other.

"Leon," she moans, her hips rolling against mine. "Please..."

The needy tone in her voice sends a jolt of arousal through me. I trail kisses down her stomach, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties.

"These need to go," I growl, sliding them down her legs.

Ophelia kicks them off impatiently, spreading her legs in clear invitation. The scent of her arousal hits me like a freight train, making my mouth water.

I settle between her thighs, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee. "I'm going to taste you again," I tell her, my voice rough with desire. "Is that okay?"

She nods frantically, her hands fisting in the sheets. "Yes, please..."

I don't need any further encouragement. I dive in, my tongue parting her folds in one long, slow lick. The taste of her explodes on my tongue, and I groan, the vibrations making her gasp.

I take my time, exploring every inch of her with lips and tongue. I spell out my devotion against her clit, pour my apologies into every thrust of my fingers.

Ophelia writhes beneath me, her moans growing louder and more desperate. I can feel her getting close, her thighs trembling on either side of my head.

"Leon," she pants, "I'm gonna-"

"Come for me, beautiful," I murmur against her heated flesh. "Let go. I've got you."

With a cry that echoes off the high ceilings, Ophelia comes apart under my ministrations. I work her through it, not letting up until she pushes weakly at my head, oversensitive.

I press one last kiss to her inner thigh before moving back up her body. Ophelia pulls me in for a deep kiss, tasting herself on my tongue.

"That was..." she breathes when we part.

I grin, nuzzling into her neck. "Just the beginning," I promise. "We've got all night, Ophelia. And I plan to worship every inch of you."

Ophelia's eyes are dark with desire as she looks up at me. "Leon," she breathes, "I want you inside me."

My heart skips a beat. Is she really saying what I think she's saying? I search her face, looking for any sign of hesitation or doubt. "Are you sure?" I ask, my voice rough with need. "Last time, when we completed the mark, that was... different. We don't have to?—"

She cuts me off, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulls me down for a searing kiss. When we break apart, she's panting,her cheeks flushed. "I'm sure," she says firmly. "I need you, Leon. All of you. Your knot, everything. Right now."

A growl rumbles in my chest, primal and possessive. I've dreamed of this moment for seven long years, and now that it's here, of her actually letting me make love to her without any reservations, and I can hardly believe it's real. But Ophelia's scent surrounds me, her skin warm and soft beneath my hands. This is no dream.

"As you wish," I murmur, capturing her lips in another kiss.

I position myself between her legs, the head of my cock sliding through her slick folds. She's so wet, so ready for me. I have to take a deep breath to keep from losing control right then and there.

Slowly, achingly slowly, I push into her. We both groan at the sensation. She's tight, hot, perfect. It takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to thrust wildly, to claim her the way my inner alpha is screaming to do.

"Fuck, Ophelia," I pant, my forehead resting against hers. "You feel incredible."

She whimpers, her hips rocking up to meet mine. "Move, Leon. Please."

I don't need to be told twice. I start to move, setting a steady rhythm. Each thrust sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me. Ophelia meets me move for move, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"That's it," I murmur, peppering kisses along her jaw.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper. The new angle has her crying out, her back arching off the bed. I can feel her getting close, her walls fluttering around me.

"Leon," she gasps, "I'm so close. Don't stop."

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