Page 98 of Knot Made to Break: Part One

Marco’s eyes darkened, and a low purr rumbled to life in his chest. His fingers moved faster, harder, causing my lips to part in a silent, airy cry.

“You’re sure?” he questioned, voice strained with barely contained lust.

I nodded, unable to form words as his thumb brushed against my clit, adding more sensation to my sensitive pussy.

The leather of his jacket creaked when he shifted, and I heard the telltale sound of a zipper being lowered. My heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.

“You’re absolutely positive, Angel?” Marco double-checked, though I could tell his control was hanging by a thread.

A very thin, rapidly fraying thread.

Instead of answering, I lifted my hips, positioning myself over him. He held completely still, letting me make this decision. I could feel the heat of him, the hard tip of his cock pressing against my entrance. With a breath, I sank down, taking him inside me inch by glorious inch.

His hands went to my ass, and his fingers flexed, dimpling my flesh. “Fuuuuuuckin’ hell.”

I felt like a goddess as I watched his eyes roll into his head, and I understood completely.

The sensation of Marco filling me was overwhelming. I gasped, my body trembling as it adjusted to his size. His grip tightened, steadying me as I settled fully onto him, his knot bumping my opening.

“Are you alright?” he rasped.

He was being so careful with me, and after everything I’d been through, I appreciated his thoughtfulness. But right now, I just wanted tofeel.

“I’m so good. I promise.” To prove my point, I rolled my hips experimentally, drawing a low groan from him. The friction sent sparks of electricity through my body. I repeated the motion, reveling in the way his hips jolted, his knot throbbing so hard I could feel it straining against my entrance. It was already swelling, not to its full size, but enough to add delicious pressure every time I ground against it.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, losing the honeyed smoothness as his words went gritty at the edges. “Take what you need.”

Emboldened, I began to move in earnest. Marco felt incredible—long and thick, stretching me in the best ways.

“Goddamn, Angel,” he murmured. “So tight, so perfect.”

He guided me into a slow rhythm, lifting me up and down his length. The angle was just right, hitting spots inside me I didn’t even know existed. I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into the leather of his jacket as the intensity built.

Cool night air kissed my flushed skin, stealing the heat we were creating. The caress of the breeze reminded me that anyone could stumble upon us at any moment. Maybe I was more of a deviant than I’d given myself credit for, because the thought sent a thrill through me, making me clench tighter on Marco’s next thrust.

He hissed through his teeth. “Holy fuck! You’re gonna make me lose control.”

A shiver skated down my spine. I wanted that—wanted to see the wild, untamed side of my Alpha.

“Then lose it,” I breathed, canting my hips faster.

Something snapped in his eyes. With a growl, he surged forward, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth as his hips pistoned upwards, driving into me with newfound urgency.

I cried out; the sound muffled as he drank it down. The bike rocked beneath us, and the suspension creaked with each powerful movement. My world narrowed to the points where our bodies connected.

Pleasure coiled tight in my belly as Marco pounded into me, relentless and hungry. His hands gripped my curves, pulling me down to meet each thrust. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the night air, mixing with our panting breaths and needy moans.

I’d never felt so wanton, so free. Riding my Alpha under the open sky, letting the stars witness our pleasure. All that mattered was chasing the building ecstasy—that desperate climb toward release.

His knot swelled further, catching on my entrance with every downstroke. The added pressure and friction made glitter burst behind my eyes. I was close, teetering on the knife’s edge.

“That’s it,” Marco praised, absolutely wrecked. “Let go for me. I want to feel your pretty little cunt strangle my cock as you come all over me.”

His filthy words were my undoing. I shattered with a ragged cry, my body clenching down on him like a vise. Wave after wave of rapture crashed over me, stealing my breath and turning my bones to jelly.

Marco snarled, his hips losing their rhythm.

“Knot me! Please, please, please… I need it. Need you!”

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