Page 82 of Knotting With A Stranger

A wrecked moan leaves me, my body trembling beneath him, every filthy promise making the heat coil tighter inside me.

“I’ll have you in the shower, slick and dripping, my hands in your hair as I fuck you against the glass.” His lips drag over my jaw, sending a full-body shiver through me. “On the floor, on the stairs, in my truck while I make you scream my name for anyone passing by.”

My head spins. It’s too much and not enough, all at once.

He shifts, rolling his hips in a way that makes stars explode behind my eyes. I gasp, my back arching, and he grins down at me, drinking in every reaction.

“See, angel?” His fingers tilt my chin, forcing my dazed gaze to his. “You’re mine now. My perfect little Omega.”

I barely register the words before he thrusts harder, sending me spiraling, his name tearing from my lips as I shatter completely beneath him.

Hunter’s rhythm falters, and his grip on my hips tightens as his body tenses. I feel it—the way he swells inside me, stretching me even more, locking us together.

A ragged growl tears from his throat, low and primal, his breath shuddering against my skin as he pushes into me deeper, all the way to the hilt. Heat floods me, deep and claiming, his release filling me until the pressure is undeniable, overwhelming.

Oh, fuck.

I’m shaking hard as I clutch his shoulders, my body hypersensitive, my mind spinning. I know what’s happening. He’s knotting me, coming inside me.

Hunter’s head tips back, his jaw clenched tight as another groan rips from his chest. His hands flex against me, gripping like he can’t stand the thought of letting go.

“That’s it, angel,” he rasps. “Take all of me.”

I whine for more, still pulsing around him, the sensation almost too much—the fullness, the pressure, the dominance.

His forehead presses against mine, his breath ragged. “It’s all yours,” he states, his words thick with satisfaction. “Every last drop, every inch—I was made to fit inside you like this.”

A desperate, needy sound leaves me, my body still trembling as I adjust to the unrelenting stretch. My fingers trail up his back, nails dragging slightly, and he groans. His hips rock the slightest bit, sending another wave of pleasure crashing through me.

“Do you love it, angel?” His voice is a dark caress, teasing, knowing. “Love my knot keeping you exactly where I want you?”

My legs tighten around his waist.

“Yes,” I whisper, my lips brushing his ear. “I love it, Hunter. I love every fucking inch of your cock.”

His answering growl is pure satisfaction as his hands roam my body, slow and possessive.

“Good,” he murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to my throat.

Hunter’s breath is ragged, his chest rising and falling against mine as his body continues to work through the aftershocks. He’s still pulsing inside me, still pumping slow, lazy thrusts as his knot holds us together, as if his body refuses to let me go just yet.

A deep, primal growl vibrates through his chest, sending little tremors through my already oversensitive body. The sound is possessive, wrecked. His fingers tighten on my hips like hecan’t get enough. Every nerve is still humming, caught between pleasure and the slow stretch of being completely, thoroughly fucked.

The heat is starting to ebb, my body sinking from that dizzying high into something softer, hazier. My muscles are heavy, sore in the best way, my thighs still quivering slightly from how hard I came. I feel everything—the fullness, the lingering tingles, the deep ache where he’s stretched me beyond anything I thought possible.

Hunter’s body shifts, and I let out a small noise as he moves, carefully rolling onto his side, bringing me with him. He gathers me against him, his arms a solid cage around me, his hand splaying over my lower back as if to hold me there, to keep me pressed against his overheated skin.

“Easy, angel,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”

I let out a breathless laugh, still lightheaded, still tingling. My legs shift, and he helps adjust them, moving one over his hip so I’m no longer trapped beneath him. Now, we’re face to face, our foreheads nearly touching, breaths mingling, and his cock deep inside me, locked in place.

Sweat clings to my skin, our bodies still slick from the heat we just drowned in. I sense him inside me, his knot keeping me so perfectly stretched, I don’t know where he ends and I begin.

“That was amazing,” I murmur, my fingers dragging lazily along his chest. “I never knew it could feel like that… even now, I feel every inch of you stretching me. It tingles… beautifully.”

Hunter lets out a low hum of approval, his hand sliding up my spine, trailing warmth in its wake.

“Hurts a little, too,” I admit. “Because you’re so damn big.”

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