Page 45 of Knot Ruined

He steps forward, closing the space between us, his bare skin brushing mine, and I shiver from the heat radiating off his body.

His hands find my waist, sliding up my sides, fingers tracing the curve beneath my ribs. His touch is light, teasing, not nearly enough.

“I swear to the gods,” I breathe, already impatient, already aching. “If you don’t touch me properly—”

Romano grins, the wicked, cocky smirk of a man who knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Patience, little love.” His voice drips with amusement, but his hands are already sliding higher, tracing the edge of my bra, his thumbs grazing over sensitive skin.

I let out a frustrated whimper, arching into him, and his control fractures just enough.

He grabs me, crushing me against him, and suddenly, his mouth is on mine again—hot, demanding, claiming.

I moan into him, fingers digging into his bare shoulders, nails scraping against the muscle there. He growls, the sound vibrating against my lips as his hands slide down, gripping my ass, lifting me effortlessly.

I don’t hesitate—I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling the solid heat of him between my thighs.

“Couch.” It’s the only word I manage before he’s moving, carrying me like I weigh nothing.

He doesn’t even look where he’s going—he knows. One second, I’m wrapped around him, his mouth trailing fire down my throat. The next, I’m on my back on the couch, Romano caging me beneath him, his weight pressing me into the cushions, exactly where I want him.

His lips trail down my jaw, down my neck, teeth scraping, sucking at the most sensitive points, and I can feel myself melting beneath him, coming undone before he’s even truly begun.

I don’t want to go slow.

And from the way he’s looking at me, breathing heavily above me, neither does he.

And gods, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Romano’s weight presses me into the couch, firm, solid, exactly where I want him. His bare chest is scorching hot against mine, the feeling of his skin, his muscles shifting beneath my touch, making my entire body tighten in anticipation.

I writhe beneath him, trying to get closer, trying to create friction where I need it most, but the bastard grins against my throat, dragging his teeth over my pulse. “Impatient, little love?”

“You’re talking too much.” I snap back, digging my nails into his shoulders, and his breath hitches, his body tensing over me.

His hands slide lower, fingers brushing just under the band of my bra, teasing along the swell of my breasts. I let out a soft whimper, my back arching instinctively into his touch, silently begging for more. His lips find my collarbone, then the dip between my breasts, kissing and nipping as he moves lower, his breath scorching against my flushed skin. “Gods, you’re stunning.” His voice is almost reverent, his eyes heavy with heat and something deeper that makes my stomach flip.

I don’t have time to process it before he’s gripping my thighs, spreading me wider beneath him, slotting his body between my legs. The rough fabric of his jeans presses against my core, and I let out a broken gasp, rocking my hips up to meet him.

Romano curses, gripping my hips to still me, his fingers digging into my skin like he’s barely holding on.

“Careful, little love.” His voice is strained, his control hanging by a thread.

“Or what?” I breathe, challenging, taunting. I lift my hips again, pressing against him, feeling just how hard he is through our clothes.

The air crackles between us, and then his restraint snaps. Romano growls low in his throat, his hands sliding up my ribs, thumbs dragging beneath the lace of my bra. “Or I stop.” And then he hooks his fingers under the band of my bra, dragging it up, exposing me to him.

His breath catches, his pupils blown wide, his lips parting slightly like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing. “Fucking perfect.” Before I can respond, before I can even think, his mouth is on me, hot and wet, tongue flicking over my nipple as he sucks me into his mouth.

A strangled moan escapes me, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

He groans against me, the vibration sending a sharp spike of pleasure straight to my core.

His hands are everywhere, palming my other breast, dragging down my stomach, gripping my waist, leaving scorching paths of heat with every touch.

I am burning, unraveling, coming apart beneath him, and we are still fully dressed. That won’t do. With shaking hands, I reach between us, fingers fumbling for the button of his jeans.

Romano chuckles against my skin, nipping at my breast before pulling back just enough to meet my gaze. “Eager, are we?” His voice is pure sin, deep and teasing, but there’s a wildness in his eyes, a hunger he’s barely holding back.

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