Page 58 of Knot Made to Break: Part One

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KITANIA

Gio’s hands were everywhere.

With practiced ease, he trailed one hand down my body until it reached the hem of my shorts. I could barely breathe past the tingles his touch was igniting across my skin. The pad of his thumb brushed back and forth teasingly, waiting, asking permission to continue.

With glazed eyes, I gazed at him, realizing he wanted my explicit consent before he touched me. Swallowing hard, I nodded, pushing down my nerves because holy hell… Iwantedthis.

Finally, blessedly, his hand dipped below my waistband and slid down, down, down until he cupped my sex through the thin panties I had on.

A whimper escaped me as Gio’s calloused fingers stroked over the damp fabric, applying delicious pressure. My hips canted towards his touch instinctively, seeking more friction. Hechuckled darkly, the rumbling sound vibrating against my neck where his lips ghosted along my pulse point.

“Look at that. So wet for me already,” he murmured approvingly. “You like this, sweetness?”

I could only nod mutely, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations coursing through me. No one had ever touched me this way. Slowly. Reverently.Teasingly.

Gio rewarded my silent plea by slipping his fingers beneath the cotton barrier. I gasped sharply as he made contact with my bare, molten flesh.

“Fuck, you’re not just wet, you’resoaked,” he growled. “Is this all for me?”

It was a rhetorical question, but I breathed out a ‘yes’ anyway, knowing he needed to hear it. Hearme.

His deft fingers swirled through my slick folds with practiced ease, stroking and teasing until I was writhing shamelessly in his lap. I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into his back as waves of pleasure lapped at my core. When he brushed over that aching little bundle of nerves, I cried out, shocked by how good it felt.

“Mmm, you like it when I touch your clit, sweetness?” Gio purred. “When I circle it? Just. Like. This.” He punctuated each word with a delicious roll of his fingers, getting so,soclose to where I needed him without touching methereagain.

I mewled in frustration, squirming against his relentless teasing. Gio merely chuckled, dark and low, before finally relenting. His fingertips found that swollen little nub once more, rubbing tight, insistent circles that had my back arching sharply.

“Oh God… Gio!” I whimpered, clinging to him as the coil of tension inside me began to wind tighter and tighter.

His other hand gave my nipple one last pinch before he moved it to my hip, holding onto me while I writhed into his touch, seeking something…more.

He worked me over skillfully, never letting up on the exquisite pressure and friction.

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Nothing had ever felt so good. Sex had never been like this before, and finally all those romance books and rom-coms made sense.Thiswas what I had been missing. What had been stolen from me. A deep, dark corner of my mind thought I should be ashamed to be acting so brazenly lustful, but I tried to shove that insecurity down. There was something beautiful about being touched by someone who actually cared about me. Someone who only wanted to bring me pleasure.

It was like reclaiming a piece of myself. Gluing some of the broken pieces back together.

My pussy clenched, starkly empty, and I gasped as Gio played me like a harp, knowing exactly which notes to hit and when.

“That’s it, gorgeous,” he rumbled in my ear. “Let go for me. Cum all over my fingers like the good girl I know you are.”

His dirty words only made the heat between my thighs blaze hotter. I was right on the edge, teetering precariously as Gio brought me higher with each flick. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more sweet torment, he plunged a finger inside me.

The stretch was everything I needed as he thrust into me over and over again, using his thumb to keep up the unrelenting assault on my clit. The glide was exquisite, and when he added a second finger andcurledthem, hitting an incredible spot deep along my inner wall, I absolutelyshattered. I broke apart, coming with a strangled, blissful cry.

My core spasmed, pleasure coursing through my veins. Tingles raced through my entire body, making me feel alive. I was a strange mix of wild energy and utter relaxation.

“Fuck, sweetness,” Gio rasped, still strumming my overstimulated pussy, bringing me down slowly. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful when you come.”

I felt high, dreamy and light. My body trembled with aftershocks. Gio slowed but didn’t stop caressing me through the pulses. He held me close, peppering kisses along my neck, my jaw, my cheeks as I clung to him, overwhelmed.

“That’s it, gorgeous,” he murmured against my skin. “Just relax.”

I shuddered again at the endearment, struck by how much tenderness he was showing. This powerful, intense Alpha was treating me with such care and reverence. It was such a stark contrast to anything I’d ever known.

As the last ripples faded, I became aware of the slick mess coating his hand and my inner thighs. That wasalsonew. A hot blush crept up my cheeks. Despite the intimacy we’d just shared, I felt a flare of embarrassment. But Gio merely rumbled a low, satisfied chuckle.

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