Page 57 of Knot Made to Break: Part One

We were both breathing heavily, our chests heaving in tandem. “You are not damaged,” I promised fiercely. “There’s not one single part of you that’s broken or lacking in some way.”

Her gaze held a whirlwind of emotions, each one surfacing only to be replaced by another. “Gio,” she whispered.

I captured her lips again, softer this time. “Nothing you’ve been through defines you,” I murmured. “You’re strong.” I grazed my mouth over the spot behind her ear. “You’re brave.” I placed a kiss along her neck. “You’reeverything.” I nipped the crux of her shoulder where I wanted to sink my teeth intosomeday—longing to mark her with my bite. To claim her as my Omega.

Kitania’s hands slid over my shoulders, one palm coming to rest over my heart. Her vivid blue eyes captured me, confident and sure. “Show me,” she breathed. “Show me how it’s supposed to be.”

My cock jumped, straining against the confines of my jeans. But this wasn’t about me. This was about her. About proving to my mate that she deserved pleasure. Deserved to be worshiped.

I trailed kisses along her jaw and down the other side of her throat, exploring which spots made her gasp. She tilted her head back, giving me better access, a soft moan escaping her lips.

“Giovanni,” she whimpered, and her body innately arched into mine.

I gripped her hips, stilling her movements. “Easy, sweetness,” I murmured against her skin. “We’ve got all night. I’m going to take my time with you.”

Kitania shuddered in my arms, her temperature rising, her scent spiking with arousal. It was intoxicating, filling my lungs, making my head spin. I wanted to drown in her, to lose myself completely.

But as I slid my hands under her shirt, feeling the smooth expanse of her back, she tensed. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but I felt it. I pulled back immediately, searching her face.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” I said, my voice hoarse with restrained desire. “We can stop anytime.”

She shook her head, frustration creasing her brow. “I want this. I want you. It’s just… I don’t know how to…” Sighing deeply, she tried again. “What if I can’t…get there? I never have before and I’m scared I’ll disappoint you.”

“Shh,” I soothed, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “You could never disappoint me. Anything we do together is a fucking gift. There’s no rush, no pressure.”

My mate nodded. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“Alright, sweetness. If you’ll let me, I’d love nothing more than to learn your body. To find exactly what you like, to bring you as much pleasure as possible. But whether or not you come, all that matters is that you feel good and enjoy yourself.”

Kitania relaxed slightly. But as she shifted in my lap, her core ground against my erection, and I couldn’t hold back a moan. Her eyes widened, a mix of surprise and arousal darkening those blue depths.

“Is that... because of me?” she whispered.

I chuckled roughly. “Fuck yes, it’s because of you. Do you have any idea what you do to me? I grabbed her sides, giving her time to stop me before I dragged her down, thrusting up to meet her. I let her feel the drag of me against her pajama-clad pussy.

Her cheeks were on fire, a shy smile tugging at her lips. She rocked her hips experimentally, drawing another groan from me. “I like knowing I turn you on,” she admitted. “It makes me feel…” Kitania bit her lip.

“Feel what, sweetness?”

“Powerful.” Her gaze flicked to mine and widened like she’d surprised herself with that admission.

“Good. Because you are. You’re probably just figuring this out, but you’re the only one who can rule such savage men with nothing but a word. All you have to do is ask, and we’ll come running.”

“I don’t need you to run right now…” She chewed on her lip, grinding down on me on her own this time. “I need you to… to touch me,” she demanded softly.

I growled, a surge of arousal mixing with my possessive pride at her newfound confidence. “As you wish, Dolcezza,” I rumbled, my large palms sliding up from her hips, the fabric of her camisole a mere whisper against my rough, calloused hands. Hergasp was music to my ears as I explored the soft skin beneath, relishing in the way she shivered under my touch.

She arched into me as I caressed the curve of her waist and the swell of her ribs before tracing my fingertips along the underside of her breasts. Fuck me. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples hardened to peaks under the fabric. Teasing me.

Her breath hitched, gaze molten as she nodded, giving me her consent. I dared to explore further, cupping her tits, their fullness fitting perfectly in my hands. In tandem, I swiped my thumbs over those pert nipples, reveling in her sharp inhale.

Against the delicate skin of her throat, I murmured, “Look at how you react to me. So responsive. Every inch of you is fucking perfect.”

The melodic little whimper she released spurred me on; her head fell back as I nuzzled and nipped along the line of her pulse. Feeling emboldened by her response, I brushed my thumbs over the peaks of her breasts again, thrusting up against her core to give her some extra friction at the same time.

“Gio…” she mewled, squirming in my lap.

“I’ve got you, sweetness,” I reassured with a deep purr. “Just let yourself feel.”

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