Page 162 of Hard Knot

My hands slide up her sides, feeling the slickness of her sweat as it rolls down her flushed skin. Our moans grow louder, blending together in a symphony of pleasure as the tension between us builds higher and higher.

Her pace becomes erratic, her hips jerking as she grinds down on me harder, deeper. I can feel the way her walls tighten around my cock, squeezing me in a way that has my breath hitching and my vision blurring.

“Goddamn,” I mutter, my voice strained. “You’re riding me so fucking perfectly.”

She moans in response, the sound sharp and needy, and my gaze drops to her bouncing breasts. I can’t resist — I lean forward, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth.

My tongue flicks against the hardened bud, and her hands tighten on my shoulders as a shudder runs through her. I suck harder, swirling my tongue around the peak before moving to the other, giving it the same attention.

Her voice catches, breaking into a breathy moan.

“You like them?” she asks, her words laced with teasing even as her voice shakes.

I release her nipple with a softpop,my eyes locking onto hers.

“Yeah,” I admit, my voice rough with need. “But you know what would make them even better?”

She tilts her head, curious despite the haze of pleasure clouding her eyes.

“What?”

“Pierced,” I say, my tone desperate, the thought alone pushing me closer to the edge.

Her moan is loud, her head falling back as her pace falters for a moment.

“Is that what you want?” she asks, her voice breathy but teasing. “Would it make my Alpha happy?”

“Yes,” I groan, my hands gripping her hips as I meet her thrusts. “God, yes.”

The idea of her nipples adorned with small, glinting barbells to match mine sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through me, and I can feel my climax building, a tidal wave of pleasure that I can’t hold back much longer.

She moves faster, harder, her moans growing higher in pitch as her own release nears. Sweat drips from her brow, and I watch, entranced, as she loses herself completely, her body moving on autopilot as we both chase the edge.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I mutter, my voice breaking. “Those hips…fuck…keep working me like that. Just like that.”

Her walls clamp down around me, and I can feel the tremors starting in her thighs, her rhythm faltering as her orgasm builds to a breaking point.

“Felix,” she moans, her voice trembling.

“I’ve got you,” I murmur, my hands sliding to her waist as I pull her down harder onto my cock, matching her movements with deep, deliberate thrusts.

The tension snaps all at once.

She cries out, her walls squeezing me so tightly it sends me over the edge with her. My release floods into her, the heat and pressure overwhelming as we both tremble in the aftermath, our bodies locked together in ecstasy.

Her forehead rests against mine as we fight to catch our breath, our chests heaving and our skin slick with sweat.

I’m not done. Can’t be over yet.

I lift her slightly, my hands steadying her as I pull out, but she catches my wrist, her lips quirking into a playful smile.

“Turn over,” I whisper, my voice low and coaxing, filled with a hunger I can barely contain.

Elizabeth smirks faintly, though her breath is still ragged from the orgasm that left her trembling. She slips off my lap, her legs wobbly, and turns for me, the curve of her back arching in a way that makes my mouth water.

My cock twitches at the sight of her, my hands itching to grab her and plunge into her again, but I can see the fatigue in her movements, the way her body sways slightly.

She’s tired—but she’s still here, still offering herself.

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