Page 186 of Hard Knot

“God, you feel good,” he mutters, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he thrusts into me. “I knew I’d be good at silencing you.”

“Holmes,” I groan, my nails scraping lightly against the back of his neck. “Shut up.”

He smirks, leaning closer until his lips brush against my ear.

“Make me.”

I try to retort, but all that comes out is another moan as he angles his hips just right, hitting a spot that makes my vision blur.

“Move faster,” I order, my voice shaking with need. “I want you deeper.”

“As you wish,” he murmurs, his tone dripping with smug satisfaction.

He doesn’t hesitate, adjusting his grip on me as he shifts into a quicker rhythm. The sound of his hips snapping against mine fills the tiny space, and I bite my lip, trying to stifle the sounds spilling from me.

“Don’t hold back,” he says, his voice rough with exertion. “I want to hear you.”

I glare at him, though it’s half-hearted at best.

“Do you want the flight attendant to hear us too? Heck, the whole damn flight?!”

His chuckle is low and sinful as he leans in to kiss me, his lips hot and demanding against mine. The kiss is messy, a clash of teeth and tongues as our need for each other takes over completely.

The seatbelt sign dings overhead, followed by the pilot’s calm announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re expecting some turbulence. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts.”

Holmes groans against my lips, pulling back just enough to look at me.

“Of course,” he mutters, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “You just had to choose the perfect timing for this, didn’t you?”

I smirk despite the heat pooling in my core.

“Then you’d better hurry up, genius.”

His grin returns, sharp and wicked as he tightens his grip on my hips.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m already there.”

He thrusts harder, faster, his movements growing erratic as he chases his release. My body responds in kind, the pressure building inside me until it feels like I’m going to snap.

“Holmes,” I gasp, my head falling back as the tension coils tighter and tighter.

“That’s it,” he groans, his voice strained as he holds me steady. “Come for me, Elizabeth. Swallow me up with that greedy pussy of yours.”

His words are my undoing.

My climax crashes over me like a wave, my body trembling as I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders.

Holmes follows a heartbeat later, cursing under his breath as he pulls out just in time, his cock twitching as he spills onto my stomach.

“Fuck,” he mutters, bracing himself against the wall as he catches his breath. “If I’d knotted you on this plane, it’d go down in history.”

I can’t help but laugh weakly, still trying to steady my breathing.

“You’d probably make it disappear in a day like it was all some feverish dream.”

He chuckles, his smirk softening as he grabs a few tissues to clean me up.

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