Page 50 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

Her breath hitched. “Then take me.”

“Oh, Sweetness,” I growled, kissing her slow and deep, hips rolling lazily. “I plan to.”

nineteen

GIOVANNI

She was everything—softand eager, trembling with need beneath me, her cornflower-blue eyes dark with desire. I held myself above her, muscles tense with restraint, savoring the way her body moved under mine, how her breath stuttered when I dipped just enough to slide the head of my cock against her entrance.

She was soaked. Fuckingsoaked.

The sight of her—open, wanting,mine—sent a surge of possessiveness through me.

I groaned, forehead dropping to hers, breathing in her scent—that mossy, floral blend that had driven me crazy since the moment we found her. “You’re gonna ruin me. I just know it.”

Kit wrapped her arms around my shoulders, slender fingers pressing into my skin, pulling me closer until our noses brushed, lips nearly touching. Her eyes, so fucking blue, locked with mine, and there was nothing fragile in them now. Only certainty.

“Good. Because you’remine, Gio.”

Fuck, yes.She had me—heart, soul, every dark fucking piece of me. All hers. Had been since the moment we broke into that basement and rescued her. I kissed her again, slower this time, just mouths and breath and building anticipation. Her lips were soft, yielding, then demanding as she nipped at my lower lip. I growled low in my throat, felt her smile against my mouth.

I dragged my lips down her throat before teasing over her collarbone, then lower. Her skin tasted like salt and sweetness. I took my time. Let my hands roam. Let myself savor.

Her nipples peaked as I took one in my mouth, teasing the tip with my tongue before sucking harder. Kit moaned, arching into me, her fingers running over my short hair, nails scratching in a way that sent fuckin’ shivers straight to my balls, making me grunt.

“More,” she whispered, breathy and desperate, her body arching up against mine.

I shifted to the other breast, giving her what she asked for, dragging my teeth across the sensitive skin until she shivered. My hand cupped the back of her thigh again, spreading her wider beneath me. I couldn’t help staring. She was perfect—every goddamn inch of her. Even the scars that marked her skin, evidence of everything she’d survived. Maybe especially those.

I braced myself over her, cock dragging against her slit again, teasing her open. She was so wet for me, so ready. I wanted to be inside her more than I wanted my next breath, but I needed—fuck, I needed to be sure.

“You sure?” My voice was barely recognizable, low and graveled with need.

She nodded, pupils blown, lips swollen from my kisses. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

I grunted, lining myself up, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. “You’re perfect. Fucking perfect.”

And then I pushed in. Slow, steady, fighting every instinct that told me to bury myself deep and lose my mind. She was tight—so goddamn tight and warm I had to grit my teeth to keep from blowing it right then and there. Her body tensed for a moment, adjusting to me, then slowly relaxed as I eased my way in.

“Jesus, Kit…” I sank in deeper, watching the way her body took me inch by inch, her eyes going wider, lips parting on silent gasps. “You’re gonna break me.”

She gasped, wrapping her legs around my waist, heels pressing into my back to pull me closer, deeper. “More,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. “Give me everything.”

I started to move. Long, slow thrusts at first—deep enough to make her moan, slow enough to make her beg. Her hands traced over my shoulders, down my arms, feeling the muscles flex with each movement. Her eyes never left mine, locked in that intense stare that felt like she was seeing straight into me. No walls. No bullshit. Just us.

Her nails raked down my back, and that desperate little cry she let out with each roll of my hips made me lose what little control I had left. I picked up the pace. Fucked her deeper, harder, grunting with every thrust.

Her body met mine just like it was made to—her cunt squeezing me tight, her hips grinding up to take every inch. Sweat beaded on my skin, dripping down my chest as I drove into her. I wanted to feel every part of her. Wanted to make her come apart. Wanted to mark her as mine in every fucking way possible.

“Mine,” I growled against her throat, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp. “This tight little pussy—fuck—it’s all mine.”

Kit whimpered, clinging to me, her body shaking as I drove into her again and again. Her inner walls fluttered around me, drawing me deeper, making my eyes roll back in my head.Bracing myself above her, I slid a hand between us, thumb finding her clit, pressing and circling in time with my thrusts.

“You’re perfect like this,” I bit out, nipping at her jaw. “Open for me. Begging for me. Taking every inch like you were made for my cock.” I pressed my forehead to hers, our breaths mingling, fast and ragged. “You don’t even know what you do to me, Sweetness. The things I want to do to you. The ways I want to fuck you.”

“Show me,” she panted, her body tensing around me, getting closer to that edge I was driving her toward.

Pulling out, I flipped her. Got her on all fours, her beautiful ass in the air, back arched so fucking pretty. Her hair fell off to one side, exposing the delicate curve of her neck, the smooth expanse of her back. I ran my hand down her spine, watching her shiver under my touch.

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