Page 155 of Knot Your Fated M.U.S.E.

The lingering pain fades with each thrust, replaced by a dull ache that’s almost pleasant in its own way.

"You feel so good," Atlas murmurs, his voice a rough whisper that sends shivers down my spine. "So tight, so perfect around me. You were made for this, Nyx—for me."

His words send a rush of heat through me, and I moan softly, my hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. His thrusts are measured, his pace steady, and with each movement, the ache gives way to something new.

A spark of pleasure ignites low in my belly, growing stronger with every slow glide of his body against mine.

"You look incredible," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks. "Even when you’re dazed from the pleasure… especially then."

I moan again, louder this time, as the pleasure begins to build, each stroke of his hips pushing me closer to a high I’m desperate to reach.

It feels so good. So damn good.

Not simply because of the action but the way Atlas flawlessly executes this. The security and comfort that every thrust brings,while welcoming shots of pleasure and tremors of lust that build and hum in delight.

My body responds instinctively, my hips rising to meet his thrusts, and the friction sends a sharp spike of pleasure shooting through me.

"Atlas," I gasp, my voice trembling as I arch against him. "Faster…please, faster."

He doesn’t hesitate, his pace increasing as he moves deeper, each thrust more deliberate than the last. The sound of our bodies moving together fills the room, a symphony of moans and gasps and soft murmurs of praise that leave me breathless.

"You’re incredible," he groans, his voice tight with restraint. "So good, Nyx. So perfect."

The pleasure builds, a crescendo of sensation that has me clutching at him, my nails digging into his shoulders as I moan and beg for more. My body moves on its own, grinding against him, chasing the release that feels just out of reach.

"Atlas, I’m… I’m so close," I whisper, my voice breaking as the tension coils tighter and tighter inside me. This approaching build of pleasure isn’t like what his tongue ignites. It’s far stronger and more consuming, and it’s not going to take long before I lose to this overcoming wave of pleasure that’s begging to drown me.

"So am I," he murmurs, his pace quickening as his movements grow more urgent. "Do you want me to cum inside you, Nyx? Do you want me to fill you up?"

The question ignites something primal inside me, and I don’t even hesitate.

"Yes," I gasp, my hands clutching at him desperately. "Yes, Atlas. I want it…everything. Your seed…your knot…I want you."

He groans, the sound raw and guttural, and I feel his movements falter slightly as he fights for control.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice strained. "There’s no going back if I knot you. You have to be certain."

I don’t need to think.

Every instinct in me screams that this is what I want, what I need.

"I’m sure," I whisper, my voice steady despite the desperation in my tone. "I won’t regret this, Atlas. I want you—I want this. Please, Alpha?"

His eyes darken at me begging for his knot, and his lips crash against mine in a kiss that’s all heat and hunger. His pace quickens, his thrusts deep and powerful, and I feel myself climbing higher and higher, the pleasure reaching a fever pitch.

And when I finally fall over the edge, my body shatters beneath him, my climax tearing through me with a force that leaves me trembling and breathless.

Atlas follows seconds later, his groan vibrating against my lips as his release spills inside me, the warmth of it sending another wave of pleasure rippling through my body.

Fuck…so good.

Atlas groans, the feral sound vibrating against my lips as his release fills me, the heat of it sending another wave of pleasure rippling through my already oversensitive body.

I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders, overwhelmed by the sensation.

But it’s not over—not yet.

I feel the shift almost immediately.

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