Page 162 of Knot Unwanted: Part One

“Good girl,” I say again, my lips curving against her skin. “Look at you, letting me take care of you like this.” My thumb presses against her clit, circling it in slow, deliberate strokes as my fingers pump into her slick heat. I can’t stop watching her—herparted lips, her flushed cheeks, the way her head tilts back as her body chases the pleasure I’m giving her.

“Does it feel good, baby?” I whisper, trying my damnedest to stop from groaning. My voice is already rough with need. “Tell me how it feels.”

“So good,” she moans, her hips bucking up, her voice breaking on the words. “You’re—oh God—you’re amazing.”

“Yeah?” I press my lips to her temple, my thumb rubbing her clit a little firmer, my fingers curling again. “You like that? You like how I touch you?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, her body arching as I stroke her over and over, building her higher. “I need you—please, Finn, don’t stop.”

Oh—my fingers pump slowly into her slick heat—if she only knew how easy it is to follow that command.

“Never,” I promise, my voice a low growl. “I’ll never stop touching you, sweetheart. Not until you fall apart for me. Not until you scream my name.” Her moans grow louder, her thighs trembling as her hips roll desperately against my hand, and I feel a surge of pride—of possession—at how responsive she is.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, my gaze locked on her glistening folds, the way they clench around my fingers. “So perfect, Hailey. You’re everything.” She whimpers at the praise, her body writhing, and I know she’s close.

Her moans grow louder, her body trembling with the force of her pleasure. I watch her, fascinated, my own arousal spiraling. She’s so beautiful. So fucking beautiful.

“Finn…” she moans, her body writhing beneath my touch. Her scent intensifies, thick and sweet, filling the air. “It’s…it’s not enough.”

I lift my head, my gaze meeting hers. Her eyes have gone so dark, her pupils dilated, her lips swollen and red. “I know, sweetheart.” My voice is so husky I wonder if she even understands the words I’ve said. But I know exactly what she needs. “I have something that might help.”

Reluctantly, I lift my hand from her heat. Her eyes fly open, dark with confusion and a flicker of…disappointment? I give her a reassuring smile. “I’ll be right back.”

I stand, my legs a little unsteady from the intense arousal coursing through me, and cross to the small cupboard tucked in the corner of the room. I rummage through it, my fingers fumbling with the various items within it, until I find what I’m looking for—a soft velvet bag. I open it, pulling out the smallest dildo I own, one with a tiny knot at the base. It’s never been used. Until now.

I return to her side, holding it up for her to see. Her eyes widen slightly, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension in her gaze.

I bring the dildo to my lips, licking a stripe along its length. Fuck. My cock pulses so hard I almost fall to my knees. I want to be that dildo. The thought sends a jolt of pure lust through me, my blood rushing south.

Pushing the thoughts back, I reach down and run the dildo over her sensitive flesh, circling her clit, teasing her entrance. She moans, her hips bucking against my hand, but there’s a subtle tension in her body, a hint of distress that I hadn’t noticed before.

I slide the tip inside her, slowly, carefully. She gasps, her body tensing, and I pause, watching her face. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her brow furrowed. She moans again, but the sound is strained, almost pained.

I realize almost immediately. What am I thinking? It’s not just because this is her first time. The dildo is too detached, too cold, too…inanimate. After years in that prison called the Academy, she needs a real person. A real body. Real heat.Fuck.

I pull the dildo out, my own frustration mirroring hers. I toss it onto the side of the tub, the sound echoing in the sudden silence.

“Hailey…” My voice cracks, her name catching in my throat. I reach out, cupping her face in my hands. Her skin is burning hot, and she keeps her eyes still closed. “This… this isn’t working, is it?”

She shakes her head, a tear escaping from beneath her closed eyelids.

“Would you…would you accept me instead?” The words tumble out, raw and vulnerable. “Would you let me be what you need?”

Her tear tracks mingle with the water cascading down her cheeks. She opens her eyes, her gaze locking with mine. Confusion, desire, and a flicker of hope war within their depths. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t answer my question, but her silence is more telling than any words could be.

My pulse picks up, heart slamming against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoes the desperate pounding between my legs. I reach for her, my hand trembling as I trace the curve of her jaw, the delicate line of her throat. Her skin is scorching beneath my fingertips, her scent a heady mix of arousal and something deeper, something that pulls at me, makes me ache to be closer.

I lower my head, my lips brushing against hers. They’re soft, swollen, and taste faintly of salt from her tears. She whimpers, her hand coming up to clutch at my arm, her fingers digging into my skin.

“Hailey,” I murmur against her lips. “Tell me. Tell me what you want.”

She closes her eyes, her head falling back against the edge of the tub. “You,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “I want… I need… you.”

The word is a gasp, a plea, a surrender. And it’s all the permission I need.

I kiss her then, deeply, possessively, exactly the way I’ve been wanting to. Pouring all my pent-up desire into the touch. My tongue slides into her mouth, tangling with hers, tasting the sweetness that’s her, and she moans, her body arching into mine, her hands clutching at my shoulders.

I pull back slightly, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “Are you sure?” I whisper. “This…this changes things.”

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