Page 68 of Knot So Sweet

Damn him.

His words were a dark melody, one that stripped away any resistance I had left. My body betrayed me, a soft, needy moan escaping my lips. I could barely breathe, the ache between my thighs intensifying as his thumb stroked the side of my neck with maddening tenderness. His fingers gripped the front of my collar, controlling me effortlessly.

It was so fucking sexy.

I was completely at his mercy, and yet every part of me wanted more.

The slick between my legs made one thing clear—I wanted to be his good girl.

Chapter 30

Candi

Iopened my mouth,desperate to respond, but the words tangled in my throat. All that came out was a breathless gasp.

His chuckle was low, dark, vibrating through my body like a sinful promise. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, how his every touch unraveled me.

In an instant, his grip on my collar loosened, and I tumbled forward, falling into his lap. Dizzy with want, my body pressed against his, the heat radiating from him making it impossible to think straight.

"Stand up, baby."

I looked up at him, leaning back in the chair, his eyes dark with hunger. His thumb stroked slowly over his beard as he watched me, waiting. I could feel the heat radiating off him, his gaze captivated mine. All my thoughts focused solely on pleasing him, on being his ‘good girl’.

Slowly, I did as he asked, rising from the floor. The second I was on my feet, he growled in approval, the sound deep and primal, vibrating through the air between us.

My knees felt weak, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him as he slowly stood, towering over me. His presence consumed the space, the intensity of his gaze making me swallow hard as he reached for the hem of my shirt.

"I need to see all of you, Candice, or I might lose my mind."

His fingers brushed against my skin as he lifted the fabric of my shirt, baring inch after inch of my stomach, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. I shivered, the sensation of his rough hands against my soft skin making my breath hitch. His movements were slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every second of undressing me.

Heat pooled low in my belly, making it hard to think, to breathe. His eyes followed the path of his hands, dark and hungry as they traced up toward my breasts.

I stood there completely bare for him, his midnight gaze drinking its fill.

"Goddamn," he muttered, his voice low and thick with desire.

His palms skimmed the underside of my breasts, his thumbs brushing just back and forth, teasing me. My nipples hardened under his touch, and I bit my lip, fighting the soft moan building in my throat.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. "Did you get this tattoo for me, baby?" His voice was low, rough, filled with possessive heat. "It’s so fucking sexy… you’re branded with a serpent. With a viper."

His fingers traced the tattoo across my lower stomach, the delicate touch making my heart race. The way he said it, like the ink beneath my skin was a mark of his claim on me, made my knees weak. My cheeks heated with embarrassment. I had forgotten about the tattoo. Hadn't meant for him to see it.

His thumb skimmed over the lines of the snake. "My perfect little serpent… my perfect omega."

His hands slid down to my ass as he palmed me, lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his waist, my body instinctively seeking him. He ground me against him, and a moan escaped my lips, my head lolling back as he slowly walked into the living room and sat down on the couch with me in his lap.

He wasted no time. His hand trailed between my thighs, and he sank two fingers deep inside me. I let out a low, long moan of pleasure, the sound echoing in the air between us.

"Fuck," I gasped, my body instinctively arching toward him.

I hadn't expected him to touch me so quickly.

"You’re so beautiful, so wet," he growled, his fingers curling inside me, his thumb finding my clit and sending jolts of pleasure racing through my body. The intoxicating scent of lilac and lavender filled the room, wrapping around us like a heady perfume, only intensifying the moment.

My hips rocked forward, desperate for more of his touch. "Yes, baby, just like that," he coaxed, his voice low and sultry. "Ride my fingers. Soak them with your slick."

He pumped me harder, faster, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. I cried out, my body shaking with pleasure as I grabbed his shoulders for support, anchoring myself against him.

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