Page 56 of Knot Made to Break: Part One

But right now wasn’t the time to get angry. Not when my sweet little Omega was bravely perched on my lap, sharing her past with me. Trusting me with a piece of herself she’d never given to anyone before.

“And sex?” Her voice trembled. “I-It’s always been painful and degrading. I know it’s notsupposedto be that way. That sex and intimacy are integral parts of a loving relationship. I’ve read enough romance books to understand what it should be like, and I... I want that, Gio.”

Her eyes met mine, brimming with unshed tears. “I know I’m damaged and maybe I have no right to ask you to accept me as I am, but fuck, I—”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I crushed my lips to hers, devouring her mouth, pouring everything I felt into that kiss. My hands cupped her face with a gentleness I wasn’t known for, holding her as though she were the most precious thing in the world. Because she was.

Kitania gasped against my mouth, her body tensing for a moment before melting into me. Her fingers curled into the back of my neck, clinging to me as if I was her lifeline. I traced the seam of her lips with my tongue, coaxing them open, desperate to taste her.

When she parted for me, allowing me entrance, I groaned. She tasted like nectar, sweet and fresh. I explored her mouthslowly, savoring every moment, every sensation. This wasn’t just a kiss. This was a fucking declaration.

Unable to help myself, I deepened the kiss. My large, calloused hands reached up to cradle her face between my palms. I drank down each gasp and mewl she made, which only fueled me on.

It didn’t take long for her to get the hang of it, her tongue tentatively delving past my lips to tangle with mine, to duel. And then it was my turn to groan.

All her lush curves were pressed close, and I couldn’t help my hands from wandering to her ass, dragging her until she was plastered against me. Everything about this kiss was a sensual assault, and I left no inch of her mouth unexplored. She whimpered with every swirl of my tongue, every gentle scrape of my teeth across her plush bottom lip as I staked my claim.

Panting, breathing raggedly, I smiled against her lips as something dawned through the drugging haze.

Kitania froze, pulling back to look into my eyes. Her gaze was questioning, uncertain.

“What?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you curse,” I said, my thumb tracing the gentle curve of her jaw.

She huffed, a little crease forming between her brows. “I swear. Sometimes.”

The indignation in her tone was fucking adorable. I couldn’t resist teasing her further. “Say it again.”

“What?” Confusion flickered across her face.

“Say fuck,” I challenged, my voice dropping low.

Kitania flushed, her cheeks turning that delicious shade of pink. She squirmed, sending a jolt of heat straight through me.

“This is silly,” she mumbled, averting her gaze.

I tightened my grip on her hips, holding her in place. “Say it, Dolcezza.” I let a hint of Alpha authority bleed into my tone,adding to the demand, and it made her attention snap back to me.

I watched as her pupils dilated, those ice-blue eyes darkening with desire. She licked her lips, and I had to stifle a groan.

“Fuck,” she breathed, the word coming out soft and airy.

Goddamn.That single curse, uttered in that innocent voice, went straight to my dick. I was hard before, but I turned into granite in an instant, so stiff it was almost painful.

“Again,” I growled, my control slipping.

Kitania’s breath hitched. “Fuck,” she repeated, a little louder this time.

I claimed her mouth once more, swallowing her gasp. My hands slid up her back, tangling in her hair, as I devoured her. Small fists gripped my shirt as she melted against me.

When we finally broke apart, we were both panting. My Omega’s lips were swollen and rosy, her eyes bright, dark hair mused. She looked thoroughly kissed, andfuckif that didn’t do things to me.

“Was that… okay?” she asked with a slight tremble.

I captured her chin, forcing her to hold my gaze, to see every ounce of truth. “That was perfect, Dolcezza.You’reperfect.”

The flicker of doubt that crossed her face brought back everything she’d said earlier.

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