Page 49 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

Kit nodded, and that little gesture undid something tight in my chest. My hands slid up her thighs, thumbs dragging over soft skin as I guided her higher, putting her right where I wanted her, positioning her over my face. Her scent hit me—sweet, earthy, intoxicating—and I swore I’d never get enough of it.Of her.

“You’re not just tangled in my soul,” I told her, every word carved from bone-deep truth. “You own it.”

Then I pulled her down.

And fuck me—if heaven had a taste, this was it. I groaned the second my tongue touched her, because she was already so wet, so warm, and that first sound she made? The hitched breath and shaky moan? I could’ve come from that alone.

My grip tightened on her thighs, holding her steady as I worked her open, slow at first—lazy licks meant to tease, to worship. I wasn’t in a hurry. I wanted to feel every twitch of her muscles, every tremble of her thighs. Wanted to draw it out until she forgot her own damn name.

She gasped above me, fingers tangling in my hair as I flattened my tongue and dragged it over her clit, then circled it, just once, slow and deliberate. Her hips bucked, and I growled against her, gripping her tighter.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmured, voice muffled by her skin. “Ride my mouth.”

She whimpered, breathless, and fuck if it wasn’t the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.

The taste of her had me groaning into her folds, deep and low. She was so damn sweet and slick, so hot against my tongue. Her thighs clenched against my jaw, another little gasp slipping out as she leaned back and braced her palms on my chest, giving me full access to her delicious cunt.

“Fuck, Gio,” she whimpered, and the need in her voice spurred me on.

I groaned into her sex, letting my tongue circle her clit again, teasing it until she keened. She tried to be quiet, always did—but I didn’t want quiet tonight. I wanted all of her. The soft sounds. The shaky ones. The filthy ones that said she was coming undone for me.

“Don’t hold back,” I rasped against her. “Wanna hear how good I make you feel.”

Kit moaned—low, helpless,perfect. Her hips rocked, hesitant at first, then bolder as I sucked that little nub between my lips and flicked the tip of my tongue against it. I didn’t let up. Just kept my rhythm steady and punishing, pushing her closer and closer to that peak, using every sound, every breath, every tremble as feedback.

She was so fuckin’ drenched for me. Slippery and hot andmine.

“Gio, I—” She cut herself off with a cry, one hand flying to her mouth, like she could muffle it.

“No,” I growled, pulling back just enough to look up at her. “You come loud for me. You hear me, Dolcezza?”

She nodded frantically, pupils blown, lips parted. My hands slid up her thighs, squeezing as I pulled her down harder against my mouth.

Then I devoured her.

Licked and sucked, tongue relentless against her clit while I fucked her with my mouth. Her body tensed, rocked, fought to hold on—but I didn’t give her that chance. I flattened my tongue, then curled it just right, and when she broke, she brokehard. Her whole body shook, a ragged sob ripping from her throat as she came for me.

I held her there, licking her through it, until her legs gave out and she collapsed, breathless and wrecked.

I flipped us easy, one smooth motion, laying her flat on the nest of blankets and pillows. Her eyes were glassy when she looked down at me, dazed in that way I loved.

I kissed the inside of her thigh, then the other. “That’s my good girl,” I murmured, lips brushing skin that still quivered beneath me. “You taste so fuckin’ good.”

She reached for me, guiding me back up her body, then pulled me down into a kiss. I let her taste herself on my tongue, and the way she moaned into my mouth made my cock so hard it ached.

“You okay?” I asked, brushing her hair back, checking in even as my blood roared for more.

“I’mperfect.” Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she tugged me back for another kiss while her legs parted for me in silent invitation.

I broke away long enough to look her in the eyes. “Is this okay?” I knew she’d been worried about sexual positions triggering her, but there wasn’t any hint of discomfort. The only thing I saw in her eyes was pure, unadulteratedneed.

She nodded instantly. “I want this. I wantyou.”

Goddamn. She had no idea what that did to me.

I slid my hand down her body, cupping the back of her thigh and lifting it over my hip, aligning us as I ground against her slowly, letting her feel every inch of what was coming. She gasped, arching into me.

“You feel that?” I said hoarsely. “That’s how fucking bad I want you.”

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