Page 33 of Forbidden Knots

His smirk told me he'd do anything to make me addicted to him, though he probably didn't know I already was. As I closed my eyes, his weight lifted off me, leaving me begging for more. I squinted, searching for him, but all I saw was his silhouette opening the windows and shutters, letting the moonlight flood the room. I closed my eyes again, biting my lip and shifting on the bed, trying to make myself comfortable.

I could hear his smile in the darkness as he came closer, his deep, husky voice whispering in my ear, "Tell me the truth, how much you want me," he paused, then said louder, "Storm."

A gentle stroke on my breast followed his whisper. I felt each leaf's caress burn on my skin, the delicate oleander petals sliding to my navel, igniting another burn as they traveled back to my breasts and nipples.

"Tell me," he whispered again, his teeth gently biting the tip of my ear.

I said nothing, but my body screamed for more, my nipples hard and my skin bristling at his touch. Another stroke on my breasts, then a gentle slide towards my jaw, lifting it with a branch until my eyes met his.

His eyes, the colors of summer and spring, followed my body until I begged for more. Through his teeth, he commanded, "Say it," as he glided the branch of oleander from my jaw to my inner thigh. With another stroke, my body shivered, burning but begging for more.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath, "I want you," I shouted, my palms immediately covering my mouth as I giggled. "I want you," I whispered, "I want every part of you," I said, looking at him, "and I am begging you, Tristan, to give me all of you too."

His face shifted, eyes darkening as he jumped on top of me, the oleander branch crushing under him. His lips were on my neck,sucking until it left a red trail. He took my hands and pinned them above my head, tying them with his belt to the bed frame.

"But I want to touch you," I whispered as he tightened the belt.

Looking at me, his lips curved into a smirk. "I want you to beg for that too."

I bit my lower lip, arching my back and spreading my legs for him, my wrists and ankles tied, leaving me numb for him, only primal sensations active. The sheets beneath were wet from our sweat and my damp body, creating a new trail under me.

As he looked at me, the smile never left his face. "You are so fucking beautiful," he said, his voice echoing in the quiet room.

He unbuttoned his pants, placing his palms on my hips and pulling me closer to him. Lowering his head, he fell on my breasts, inhaling the scent of salt and pine from my skin. Kissing me slowly, he circled my breasts until his tongue found its way to my nipple, making it sensitive and numb to his touch.

The room was quiet, my breaths the only symphony under his touch. He trailed kisses down my stomach to my hips, then slowly to my thighs. He pulled my knees up, spreading my legs wider. I gasped as he stretched my limbs apart, the anticipation building with each movement.

I wanted to shout, to beg, but only loud moans escaped my mouth as I patiently awaited his next move. His tongue grazed my clit, then dipped into my flesh, circling inside as he held my body in place. As he delved deeper, he realized that this, our first night, was also my first night ever.

My body had never been touched by a man, innocent and untouched, waiting for this very moment when he would be the one to take me, to make me surrender wholly. I was completely his.

"I'll be damned," he whispered, his words vibrating against my sensitive skin.

He lifted his head, his beautiful eyes meeting mine. His tongue glided from my flesh to the surface, smiling as I rolled my eyes down. "The way you moved, I always thought you'd done it before," he said, slowly moving up toward me. "But now that I know your pussy has never been touched, I will make sure it belongs only to me."

A promise or a threat? From where I stood, it was more a fact that from now on, he wouldn't allow anyone to enter my life.

His lips locked with mine, the taste of salt and my essence on his tongue, something I never knew I needed until now. I was addicted, my body begging for more. His hands fell onto mine as he unbuckled his belt, freeing my arms. His lips left mine, and he quickly moved back to my inner thighs. His hands brought my knees apart, his palms slowly trailing down my inner thighs, ensuring I kept them open as his tongue descended again.

"Oh, God," I moaned, as he danced with his tongue inside me."Oh, God,"I repeated.

"God," I shouted, my voice filling the room as he went deeper.

I felt a soft hum on my skin. "I'm pretty sure God doesn't want anything to do with this," he murmured before tracing my opening with his tongue.

I lifted my hips, shivers sending bolts through my body as my thighs began to shake. His palms pressed down on my skin, lowering me, and pinning me to the sheets. He moved his body up, placing his knees beside my inner thighs, ensuring I remained open as he pulled down his pants.

"This will hurt," he said. His words didn't sound like a warning, but more like a fact that it would happen, and I must enjoy it.

I nodded silently, biting my lip, my hands gripping the sheet as I watched him. His hand moved, thumb slowly circling my clit, his knees spreading my inner thighs wider. The fresh breeze senta shiver over my exposed skin. Without warning, he entered me, inch by inch, filling me completely.

My arms flew back, grasping a pillow above my head. My lips parted, releasing screams and gasps as pleasure and pain coursed through my body.

"Tristan," I cried out, my eyes squeezed shut as he thrust deeper, setting a relentless rhythm.

My screams filled the room, a mix of agony and ecstasy. My thighs tried to close, but my hips moved with him, desperate for more.

He covered my mouth with his palm, muffling my cries as he continued to thrust. Each movement tore at me and filled me, making me scream into his hand.

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