Page 50 of Knot Ruined

Fallon

April 11th

2:13 P.M

I blinked awake slowly, warmth wrapped around me like a comforting cocoon. My body felt heavy and relaxed in a way only Voss could make me feel. Stretching slightly, I opened my eyes to see him still asleep beside me. His features were softened and peaceful, his usually intense expression replaced by quiet vulnerability. It was a side of him rarely seen, and I savored it greedily.

We were nestled in my nest—pillows and blankets tangled around us, sheets sliding halfway off the bed. My clothes from work lay scattered in messy trails across the floor, abandoned hours ago when I'd come home intending a quick lunch break only to end up napping in bed with Voss.

I smiled softly to myself, eyes drifting over his broad, tattooed chest. He wore nothing but grey joggers that hung low on his hips, emphasizing the hard muscle beneath. My fingers twitched with the sudden urge to touch, to explore.

I shifted gently, careful not to wake him, propping myself up on one elbow to get a better look. My fingers brushed tentatively along his collarbone, skimming downward, tracing patterns across the ink decorating his skin. He didn't stir, only his breathing changing slightly as I pressed soft kisses against his shoulder, lips feather-light, teasing across the sharp line of his jaw.

When my fingertips danced lower, tracing his defined abs, a soft growl vibrated from his chest—a deep, sleepy rumble that sent tingles straight between my thighs. His muscles twitched as I ran my tongue slowly over the hard ridges of his stomach, tasting his skin, savoring the slight saltiness there.

His hand shot out suddenly, strong fingers tangling into my messy hair as his eyes fluttered open—dark, heavy-lidded, already filled with lust.

"Well, good morning, Princess," Voss rasped, voice rough from sleep, his gaze piercing me. A dark grin tugged at his lips, half sleepy and fully possessive. "Did you start without me?"

My cheeks warmed, but I smirked playfully up at him. "You looked comfortable. I didn't want to disturb you."

"Disturb me?" His hand tightened in my hair, gently tugging until I was forced to climb onto him, straddling his hips. I felt the hard press of him beneath me, evident through his joggers, making my heart race. "Disturb me anytime you want, Princess."

He sat up quickly, one hand still buried in my hair as he captured my lips roughly. He kissed me like he owned me, devouring me with every swipe of his tongue. The sensation stole the breath from my lungs, leaving me dizzy and gripping his shoulders tightly.

Voss’s free hand slipped beneath the hem of his oversized t-shirt I wore, fingers digging into my hips. I moaned softly as his thumb brushed against the lace edge of my panties.

"Already wet for me?" His voice was a dark whisper against my lips, filled with a hint of smug satisfaction. His thumb pressed against my clit through the lace, making my hips jerk forward instinctively.

"It's your fault," I teased breathlessly, rolling my hips against him, desperate for more friction. "Stop being so hot."

He laughed darkly, his hand sliding beneath my panties, fingers gliding over my slick folds. "Not my fault you're irresistible." With practiced ease, he flipped us over, pinning me beneath him in the softness of our nest.

I gasped, looking up into his intense gaze. Voss pulled the shirt off me, exposing my skin and leaving me flushed and exposed. He studied me hungrily, a slow smile curving his lips as he tugged my panties down my thighs, tossing them carelessly aside.

My body arched eagerly toward him as he leaned down, lips finding my neck, biting gently, soothing the sting with his tongue. He kissed lower, trailing down my collarbone, pausing to suck hard enough to leave a mark on the swell of my breast.

"Voss," I breathed, threading fingers through his dark curls, tugging slightly as his mouth latched onto my nipple, teeth grazing it lightly before soothing it with his tongue.

His fingers slid between my thighs, slipping inside my wetness, working me open until my thighs trembled. My hips rocked helplessly against his hand as his thumb circled my clit, sending bolts of pleasure through me.

He withdrew his fingers suddenly, making me groan at the loss. I watched, breathing heavily, as he slipped his joggers off, his cock springing free, thick and hard, the head already slick with precum. My thighs parted wider instinctively, my body craving him in a primal, overwhelming need.

His gaze never left mine as he settled between my legs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my slick opening. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he sank into me. I whimpered, feeling every inch stretching me, filling me until he was fully seated.

"Fuck, Princess," he growled, voice thick with possessiveness, eyes almost black with intensity. "You feel perfect. Like you were fucking made for me."

"I was," I panted, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, urging him to move. "Only for you."

His hips snapped forward, deep thrusts hitting all the right places, stealing the breath from me. My fingers clawed at his back, desperate to anchor myself as pleasure overwhelmed my senses.

Voss kissed me fiercely, swallowing my moans, his teeth catching my lower lip in a gentle bite. He angled his hips differently, hitting deeper, causing my body to shudder beneath him.

"Fuck, please," I begged, desperation clear in my voice, nails digging into his shoulders. My orgasm built rapidly, heat spiraling low in my belly, muscles tightening around him.

"Come for me, Princess," he commanded, voice dark and raw. "I need to feel it."

His thumb brushed my clit again, the extra sensation pushing me over the edge. Pleasure crashed through me, fierce and overwhelming. My body convulsed around him, stars bursting behind my eyelids as I cried out his name, clinging to him like he was the only anchor in my world.

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