Page 103 of Knot Like Other Girls

She's so responsive. Some spots make her moan, some spots make her writhe, panting my name the entire time. I lose myself in the taste of her, in the sounds she makes, in the way her thighs tremble against my palms.

When I find her clit with my tongue, circling it with firm pressure, she nearly comes off the bed. "Cole!" she gasps, her hands flying to my hair, not pushing me away but holding me in place.

I focus my attention there, alternating between broad strokes and targeted circles, gauging her reactions to find what she likes best. When I slip a finger inside her, she moans long and low, her inner walls clenching around the digit.

"More," she pleads, and I oblige, adding a second finger, then a third, stretching her carefully while continuing to work her with my tongue.

She's tight around my fingers, but wet enough that they slide easily. I curl them forward, searching for that spot that will drive her wild, and I know I've found it when she cries out sharply, her back arching off the bed.

"There," she gasps. "Right there."

I keep the pressure steady, my fingers working in tandem with my tongue until I feel her begin to tighten around me, her thighs trembling, her breathing becoming erratic.

"Let go for me," I urge, briefly lifting my mouth from her. "I've got you, Bella."

She does, coming apart with a cry that might be my name, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure wash over her. I work her through it gently, easing off as the aftershocks subside, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs as she catches her breath.

When I look up at her, she's watching me with heavy-lidded eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "That was..." she trails off, seemingly at a loss for words.

I can't help the small, satisfied smile that tugs at my lips—the first real smile I've felt in longer than I can remember. "Good?"

"Amazing," she corrects, reaching for me. "Come here."

I move up her body, settling between her thighs again, my cock pressing insistently against her still-sensitive flesh. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss that tastes of her own pleasure.

"I want you inside me," she whispers against my lips. "Please, Cole."

The words send a surge of heat through me, my cock twitching in response. I position myself at her entrance, the tip parting her slick folds. "Tell me if it's too much," I say, my voice strained with the effort of holding back.

"I will," she promises.

I push forward slowly, watching her face carefully for any sign of discomfort. The head of my cock breaches her, and I growl low in my throat, the sound mingling with her gasp. She's tight, but wet enough from her orgasm and my attention that I slide in without resistance.

I continue slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size, until I'm fully seated within her. The feeling is indescribable—hot, tight, perfect. It takes every ounce of self-control not to start thrusting immediately.

"Okay?" I manage to ask, my voice barely recognizable.

She nods, her eyes wide and dark with pleasure. "More than okay."

I withdraw slightly, then push back in, establishing a rhythm that starts slow but gradually builds in intensity. Each thrust draws a soft sound from her—a gasp, a moan, a whispered version of my name. I drink them all in, memorizing each one.

How could someone respond this way to me? To this body? I half expect her to snap out of it, to suddenly see me clearly and recoil. But her hands keep roaming my back, my shoulders, myarms, touching everywhere she can reach. Her legs wrap around my waist, changing the angle slightly, allowing me to go deeper.

"Harder," she urges, her nails digging lightly into my shoulders. "I can take it, Cole."

I comply, increasing the force of my thrusts, driving into her with more power. The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard thumping softly against the wall with each movement. I capture her mouth in a possessive kiss, swallowing her moans as I drive us both toward completion.

I feel my knot beginning to swell at the base of my cock, a response to her omega pheromones and my own overwhelming desire. It catches slightly on her entrance with each thrust.

"Bella," I warn, my voice rough. "My knot?—"

"Yes," she interrupts, her eyes locking with mine. "I want it. Want all of you."

The permission releases something in me. My thrusts become more forceful, more demanding, my body seeking to claim hers completely. I lean down to capture her mouth in another deep kiss as I drive us both toward release.

Her second orgasm takes me by surprise. One moment she's matching my rhythm, the next she's crying out, her body clenching around me in rhythmic pulses. The sensation is too much, pushing me over the edge I've been teetering on.

With a final, powerful thrust, I bury myself deep inside her just as my knot swells to full size, locking us together. My release hits me like a punch, pleasure radiating outward from where we're joined, washing over me in waves that seem endless.

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