Page 1 of Knot Mine

Prologue

Burning.

Every part of me is on fire.

Like a supernova, primed for implosion as my body embraces another thrust. Another touch. Another kiss.

Sweat slicks my skin, droplets rolling down my spine. Everything feels too tight, my flesh stretched over my aching bones. Too hot. Another thrust.

The alcohol-soaked thoughts vanish, chased away. There’s no room for them, not when he’s inside me. Filling me up. Invading every inch of free space.

Feeding that every gnawing hunger at my core. The shameless voice that criesmore! More!Like some starving beast.

Teeth scrape across my shoulders, searing my skin. Teasing me with another roll of his hips, the movement making me gasp for breath and clutching at the bed sheets.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine!

Every thrust, every buck, every labored breath and sloppy kiss lays claim to me. My body. My soul. Every touch peels awaythe doubt, the lies, the secrets until all that’s left is my very core. And he consumes that too, with a greedy mouth and a feral snarl that makes my body hum.

Surrounded by the scent of leather and campfire, I keep burning.

Yearning.

Begging for more with a voice I don’t recognize. But my soul knows his. In this lifetime and the next, because he was made for me.

He swallows down my pleas, laps at my frustrated tears and fucks me like we could do this for an eternity. The fire between us continues to rage, growing and swelling. Pleasure makes my brain hazy. Tequila doesn’t help.

Touch me.

Want me.

Love me.

Knot me.

No…

Not mine.

Knot mine.

But he is.

I can feel it as he slides into me, merging his body with mine. Why can’t you be mine? The beat of my heart is the only thing keeping me tethered in the moment. Without that, I’d disintegrate into ash, swept away on the breeze.

“Mine.” he growls, like a reverent prayer against the back of my neck. “Mine.”

The pain that tears through me makes me cry out into the pillow, my body clenching, curling in on itself as he pins me to the bed with his teeth and cock.

It makes me come too. Painting the sheets beneath me, my orgasm is almost forced from my body.

Mine, my heart whispers as my breathing slows and my body relaxes.

Mine.

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