Page 105 of Knot Made to Break: Part One

Slowly, deliberately, I pressed my mouth to her center, kissing her through the flimsy barrier of her panties. With a gasp, she grabbed the edge of the hot tub; her knuckles whitening. I flicked my tongue against the wet fabric, tasting the faintest hint of her sweetness, then sucked gently. A soft cry flew from her lips as her back arched. The sweetest fucking melody.

That’s it, Kitten. Show me how much you like my tongue.

Unable to wait any longer, I hooked a finger into her panties and pulled them aside, exposing her glistening core. The sight of her, so ready and willing, made my mouth water and my cock throb with painful need.

“Beautiful,” I whispered, more to myself than to her. Then I lowered my head and lapped slowly up her slit, savoring her taste. Her legs tried to close around me, but I held them apart with a firm yet gentle grip, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs.

She was so wet, so fucking hot, and every stroke of my tongue drew out another whimper, another moan. I circled her clit lazily, then flicked it with more pressure, testing what made her squirm the most. Her hips had a mind of their own, bucking against my face as she chased the pleasure I was giving her.

I lapped at her eagerly, savoring her taste. She was more delicious than I could’ve imagined, a perfect mixture of sweet and savory that matched her scent.

Kit’s hands found their way to my hair, tugging desperately as I worked her with a hunger that bordered on feral.

“Dimitri,” she moaned, her voice high and breathy.

The sound of my name on her lips was a fucking song, calling out to me, and it spurred me on, drove me deeper into madness. I sped up the movement of my tongue, using the quick, precise movements she seemed to love most. Her hips bucked against my face, seeking more, demanding it.

I slid a finger inside her, groaning at how tight and warm she was. She clenched around me so hard that I almost lost it right then. I imagined what it would feel like to be buried between those sweet thighs, to claim her as mine in every possible way. But this wasn’t about me. Not yet.

“Fuck, Kit,” I growled against her, the vibrations making her whole body shudder. “You’re going to make me come just from this.”

I added a second finger, stretching her slowly as I continued to assault her clit with my tongue. Her breathing turned ragged, her moans more urgent. She was close,sofucking close, and I wanted nothing more than to push her over the edge and watch her fly.

“Come for me, Kitten,” I commanded. “Let me see how beautiful you are when you break.”

Her body tensed, every muscle tightening as she teetered on the brink.

I knew what she needed, and I was all too eager to give it to her. Curling my fingers inside her, I found the spot that would send her flying and pressed against it firmly. At the same time, I sucked her clit into my mouth, swirling my tongue in relentless circles.

She shattered. A scream tore from her throat, and her body convulsed, waves of pleasure crashing through her. Her legs clamped around my head, her heels digging into my back as she rode out her orgasm. I held her steady, drinking in every drop, every shudder, prolonging her ecstasy as long as I could.

She was fucking exquisite.

I eased up slowly, giving her small licks before placing one last gentle kiss against her pussy.

When she finally came down from her high, her body went limp, and she slumped back on her hands, chest heaving with ragged breaths. Leaning up, I kissed her tenderly, my face still slick with her arousal. Some deep, primal part of me loved sharing her taste with her.

Dazed, with a contented smile playing on her lips, she reached out to touch my cheek. I leaned into her palm, savoring the contact.

“Dimitri,” she started, but trailed off, biting her lip.

I could see a hundred thoughts flickering behind her eyes, a sum of all the emotions I knew we both felt shining in those pretty blue depths.

I was mesmerized by her. How could one woman hold so much power over me? How could she make me feel this way with just a look, a touch? I was drowning in her, and I didn’t want to come up for air.

“You’re amazing,” she breathed, still trembling from the aftershocks.

“No, Kitten,” I squeezed her thighs gently, “You’re the one who’s amazing.”

I straightened back to my full height, and water cascaded off my body, splashing against the hot tub’s surface. Instantly, Kit’s focus shifted, tracking the rivers that trailed down the grooves of my abdomen. Seeing the raw desire still burning within her did wonders for my ego, though I knew she was spent.

I ran a hand through my wet hair, trying to cool the inferno raging inside me. Every part of me screamed to take her now, to sink my teeth into her and claim her as mine once and for all. But I held back. I had to.

“Come here,” I said, extending my hand.

Languidly, and without hesitation, she took it. I pulled her gently into the hot tub, and she slid into the water with a soft sigh. The warmth enveloped her, and we settled down together, her sitting on my lap, resting against my chest, nuzzling into me like a contented kitten.

That’s why my little pet name for her was absolutely fucking perfect.

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