Page 116 of Knot Happening

When his tongue finds me, when he begins to pleasure me with the same focused intensity he brings to everything he does, I cry out with shock and overwhelming sensation. This is different from Felix's artistic worship, Theo approaches my pleasure like a mission to be completed with ruthless efficiency and devastating skill.

"Theo," I gasp, my hands fisting in his hair as he works me with single-minded determination. "I can't... it's too much..."

But he doesn't relent, doesn't give me space to think or breathe or do anything but feel. His mouth and tongue and even his teeth work together to drive me toward the edge with relentless precision. When he adds his fingers to the mix, when he finds that spot inside me that makes me see stars, I shatter completely.

The orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, so intense that for a moment I lose all sense of time and space. But through it all, I can feel Theo's satisfaction, his deep pleasure at being able to give me such overwhelming sensation.

As I come down from the high, he kisses his way back up my body, his mouth hot and demanding when it finds mine again. I can taste myself on his lips, and the intimate knowledge sends another shiver of arousal through my still-sensitive body.

"How do you feel?" he asks, his forehead pressed against mine, his eyes dark with barely controlled need.

"Like I'm floating," I admit breathlessly. "Like I might never come back down to earth."

"Good," he says with fierce satisfaction. "But we're not done yet."

"No?"

"No," he confirms, settling between my thighs and letting me feel the full weight of him, the press of his arousal against my still-sensitive flesh. "Now I'm going to claim you properly. Now I'm going to make you mine."

The anticipation sends another wave of heat through my body, and I arch against him instinctively. "Please," I whisper. "Theo, I need you inside me. I need to feel our bond form."

He positions himself at my entrance, the broad head of him pressing against me, hot and demanding. "Look at me," he commands softly. "I want to see your face when I claim you."

I meet his eyes, seeing the love and need and fierce protectiveness there, and then he's pushing inside me slowly, carefully, giving my body time to adjust to his size. The stretch is intense, overwhelming, perfect in ways that make me cry out with relief and pleasure.

"God, Belle," he groans as he seats himself fully inside me, his control hanging by a thread. "You feel incredible. So perfect, so tight, so mine."

"Yours," I agree breathlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. "Always yours, Theo."

For a moment, we stay locked together like that, both of us breathing hard, both of us overwhelmed by the intensity of the connection. I can feel him pulsing inside me, can sense his desperate need to move, to claim, to make me completely his.

"Move," I whisper against his ear. "Please, Theo. I need you to move."

That's all the permission he needs. He begins to thrust, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity as my bodyresponds to his. Each movement sends waves of sensation through my heat-sensitized system, but it's more than just physical pleasure. I can feel our bond beginning to form, strengthening with every thrust, every kiss, every whispered endearment.

"I can feel you," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as he sets a rhythm that drives me steadily toward madness. "Starting to form in my mind. The connection."

"That's right," he says, his voice rough with exertion and emotion. "We're bonding, Belle. Really bonding. You're going to be part of me forever."

He angles his hips, finding that spot inside me that makes me see stars, and I cry out with the intensity of it. "There," I gasp. "Right there, Theo."

"I know," he says with satisfaction, maintaining that angle as he continues to drive into me with increasing urgency. "I can feel everything you feel, remember? Every spike of pleasure, every moment of need."

The thought that he can sense my pleasure, that our forming bond is allowing him to feel exactly what I feel, sends me spiraling toward the edge faster than I expected. "Theo, I'm close."

"Let go," he encourages, one hand sliding between us to touch me where we're joined. "Come for me, Belle. Let me feel you fall apart around me."

The combination of his touch and his words and the overwhelming sensation of our bond forming sends me over the edge with a cry that echoes through the apartment. As my body clenches around him, as my orgasm triggers his own, I feel Theo begin to swell inside me, his knot forming and locking us together in the most intimate way possible.

But it's when his teeth find the remaining unmarked side of my throat, when he bites down with enough force to breakskin and permanently mark me as his, that everything changes. The claiming bite sends a surge of sensation through my already overwhelmed system, but more than that, it completes something essential.

The pain-pleasure of the bite mingles with the aftershocks of my orgasm, creating a feedback loop of sensation that leaves me trembling and gasping beneath him. I can feel his satisfaction, his deep pleasure at finally being able to mark me, to claim me as permanently and completely his.

"Mine," he growls against my throat, his voice rough with possession and satisfaction. "My omega. My beautiful, brave omega."

"Yours," I agree breathlessly, my body still shaking with the intensity of everything we've shared. "All of yours. Always."

We stay locked together, his knot keeping us joined while our bodies recover from the intensity of bonding. But something is different this time. The heat that's been simmering under my skin for days is finally, completely satisfied. I can sense that it will return with my natural cycles, but manageable, comfortable, no longer the desperate, driving need that controlled me.

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