Page 104 of Knot Made to Break: Part One

“See something you like, Kitten?” I couldn’t resist teasing her, my tone dropping to a low, gravelly challenge.

That blush I loved so much bloomed across her cheeks again. But rather than pulling away, she surprised me by inching closer.

“Maybe,” she whispered, her eyes flicking up to mine, gazing at me from beneath the coal of her lashes.

Fuck, she was intoxicating. The way she looked at me, like I was something she adored instead of the monster I knew myself to be.

She wasn’t afraid of me, of what my scabs meant, of what I’d done not hours before to keep my family and my territory safe.

To keephersafe.

I couldn’t take it anymore. The space between us was absolute torture. With a low growl, I pulled Kit onto my lap, relishing her soft gasp as she straddled my thighs. Her nightgown floated up around her waist, and I could feel the heat of her core pressed against me, separated only by the thin fabric of her panties and my swim shorts.

“Dimitri,” she breathed, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders.

I cupped her face, my thumbs stroking her cheeks. “Tell me to stop,” I murmured, giving her one last chance to back away.

Instead, she leaned in, pressing her lips to mine.

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DIMITRI

The kiss started softly,tentatively, but quickly ignited. I teased her bottom lip with a gentle nip, easing the sting with my tongue before exploring further. She tasted like the sweetest sin, pure sugar, with a hint of something darker—more seductive.

I was a goner. An addict.

I needed another hit, another touch, another taste.

My little Omega had me wrapped around her finger already, and I fully embraced the obsession, diving headfirst into the compulsive dependency.

I couldn’t get enough of her, and I was damn sure I never would.

Kit melted against me, her fingers sliding into my hair as she returned the kiss with equal fervor. I groaned into her mouth, my hands roaming down her back to grip her hips. The thin fabric of her panties teased me, hiding the silky smoothness ofher skin. I wanted to touch every fucking inch of her, to learn every dip and curve, to worship her like she deserved.

I trailed kisses along her jaw, down the column of her throat. She tilted her head back, offering more of herself to me. A low rumble of approval vibrated through my chest.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

She whimpered softly, her hips rocking against my hardening length. The friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me, and I had to grit my teeth to maintain control.

“I want to taste you,” I growled, nipping at her collarbone. “May I?”

Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink as she bit her lip.

She nodded, her breath coming in shallow pants. “Yes,” she whispered, almost too quietly to hear over the bubbling water.

With a reverence that bordered on worship, I slid my hands up her thighs, pushing the soaked nightgown further up her body. It clung to her, reluctant to let go, and I had half a mind to tear it off—but I liked the way it teased me, the way it made her look like a sinful angel.

I lifted her slowly, setting her on the edge of the hot tub. The cool night air kissed her wet skin, and she shivered, goosebumps rising along her arms. Her legs dangled into the water, and I spread them gently, planting soft kisses up her inner thighs. She tensed at first, then relaxed into my touch, a quiet moan escaping her lips.

The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, mingling with the steam. It took all my willpower not to dive in and devour her like the starving man I was. Instead, I breathed her in, letting the anticipation build. My hands caressed her legs, her hips, tracing lazy patterns as I worked my way closer to the source of her heat.

“Kit,” I said, my voice rough with need. “Look at me.”

Her lashes fluttered open, and she gazed down at me with a mix of desire and vulnerability that made my chest ache. I wanted to remember this moment forever—how she looked, how she smelled, how she trembled with expectation.

I loved her like this—hair mused, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. She was a vision, a goddess, and I was on my knees in worship.

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