Page 116 of Knot Made to Break: Part One

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, almost to himself. “So ready.”

A sob of frustration and desperation caught in my throat. I was ready, more than ready, but he was holding me at the brink, refusing to let me tip over. The control he had over me, over my body, was absolutely maddening, and it made me dizzy with longing, with the visceral need to come.

“Imagine this is me,” he growled softly, plunging the barrel a little deeper, letting the rounded ridge of the front sight graze over my g-spot. “Imagine what it’ll be like when I take you for real.”

Sweet Jesus.The thought of him inside me, of us writhing together, was almost too much to bear. I could see it so clearly in my mind’s eye: his body over mine, our scents mingling, the sheer force of his thrusts driving me to the brink.

He applied a bit more pressure with the gun, and my hips bucked against it instinctively.

“You really do love this, don’t you?” he noted with sinful delight.

“God, yes! More, Tommy. Please!” The words fell freely, pleadingly.

With a nearly feral growl, he moved, coming around the front of me and dropping to his knees, all the while keeping the gun buried inside.

“Spread,” he commanded, tapping my inner knee, and I obeyed instantly, shifting my stance wider, even as my cheeks flamed from being so bold, so exposed. “Fuck, Butterfly. Look at you. Those pretty pink lips stretched around the barrel, your pussy glistening, that little clit beggin’ for my tongue.”

With nothing else to hold on to, I buried my hands into his hair, my fingers fisting the strands as if my life depended on staying upright. And it did, because I felt like I would die if I didn’t come soon.

Tommas’ breath was hot against my center as he leaned in and breathed deeply. Pupils blown, his eyes darkened like he was high off my signature. I licked my lips, a live wire of electricity. He was agonizingly close to where I needed him most, and my whole body trembled with hope and anticipation, every muscle taut and ready to snap.

“Hold on tight,” he warned, and before I could even process his words, his mouth descended, his tongue flicking over my clit with a swift, precise stroke.

I jolted from the shock of pleasure, and a cry tore from my throat. He licked again, then sucked, his lips and tongue working in tandem. The gun slid out, then back in, matching his rhythm perfectly and sending clenching pulses through my core. The combination was overwhelming in the best way, each sensation feeding into the other, creating a perfect storm of bliss that threatened to consume me devastatingly fast.

I looked down, watching him. His eyes were closed, his expression one of absolute devotion to his task. The sight of him on his knees before me, face buried in my sex, was heady and powerful.

Unable to stop myself, I moved, hips bucking against his talented mouth, grinding down on the barrel of the gun, seeking more of the delicious friction he was giving me. I was so close, every muscle in my body tensing. The room around us seemed to blur, my focus narrowing in on the maelstrom of sensation he created.

“Oh—oh God, Tommy!” I gasped, my breathing ragged and uneven. “I’m—I’m gonna—”

He growled against my clit, the vibration almost enough to tip me over. “Not yet,” he commanded against my flesh. “I want to savor this.”

But I was beyond saving, beyond waiting. Every fiber of my being screamed for release, for the sweet oblivion of an orgasm. Itried to buck my hips, to seek out what I needed, but he held me in place with a firm hand on my ass.

“Please,” I begged again, that single word breaking with desperation. “Please let me come.”

His green eyes met mine, blazing with an intensity that made my heart skip. “Only because you asked so nicely,” he said, and then he dove back in.

This time he sucked on my clit,hard, while his hand twisted the gun inside me. The dual sensations were too much; a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over me, and I screamed as my body convulsed with the force of my climax. My knees gave out, but Tommas caught me, holding me up as I rode the waves of ecstasy.

He didn’t stop sucking until I was mewling from overstimulation. Gently, he eased the gun out, and a final shudder ran through me. He stood, wrapping an arm around my waist to support me as I swayed unsteadily. My legs were absolute jello.

He kissed me then, deeply and hungrily, letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue. It was an intimate claiming that sent aftershocks through my already overloaded system. The heat that had momentarily sated rekindled, the embers sparking back into a roaring inferno.

Slick wet my thighs, and I moaned as the hard, hot length of him pressed against my stomach. I slid my hands under his shirt, running my palms over the ridges of his abs. His skin was smooth save for the dusting of hair covering his upper chest. Muscles tensed under my touch as I slowly peeled his shirt off, grateful when he helped slip it over his head, then tossed it aside. I wanted—no,needed—him as naked as I was.

My attention traced down his inked abdomen to his jeans, my fingers working to undo the button.

His hand covered mine, stopping me. “We don’t have to go further,” he said thickly.

“I want to.” I gazed up into his eyes. “I need you.”

For a moment, he just stared at me, as if searching for any hint of hesitation. When he found none, he sighed deeply, almost in relief.

“Thank fuck.” He cupped my face and planted another kiss on me. I knew he could feel the fire under my skin—this flash of heat fever that was consuming me from the inside out.

I pushed his jeans down, and he stepped out of them, leaving him in just his boxers. The fabric did little to hide the outline of his erection, and I caught my lip between my teeth at the sight. I reached out, tracing his length with the tip of a finger.

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