Page 35 of Knot Letting Go

Aubrielle’s hands stopped just before unveiling the treasure between her legs. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she squeezed her eyes closed. I could hear her heart thundering as loudly as mine. “Knot me. I need you so bad. Please, it hurts. No one said it would hurt this much.”

My erection throbbed, more than ready to do as she wanted. Yet I didn’t trust myself to be gentle with it. I had to work her up to it. I closed the distance between our mouths and feathered a kiss over her lips. “Open your eyes.” When she did so, I gave her another soft kiss. “When I take you, things between us will never be the same. Whenever you need me, all you have to do is ask, but that will go both ways. Because, bella, I don’t think I could ever get enough of you, and I’ve barely even had a taste.”

The kiss to seal my vow was harder. She parted her lips so my tongue could dart in and claim hers. I kissed her until I couldn’t breathe and pulled back, both of us panting.

I eased a hand up between her legs and teased her panty covered pussy. The fabric was soaked through with her slick, and she gushed more as I rubbed her. I’d made her this hot and wet. She truly needed me as much as I needed her.

“So ready for my knot,” I purred and kissed over her neck.

“Yes, oh God!” Aubrielle’s hips angled toward me. “All for you.”

“All for me.” They were words of victory. I traced her slit through her panties. “Take these off.”

She lifted her rear off the chair and reached under her skirt to pull her underwear off. I helped slide them down, bunching them up, and sticking them in a pocket. Her nectarous and thickly female scent made my eyes flutter. Fuck. I was lost to her.

I ran my fingers over her shaved mound and lifted them to my lips. I made sure her eyes were on me as I licked her slick from my digits and groaned. “So delicious. No dessert could ever be so sweet.”

Aubrielle nipped her lower lip and reached toward my shorts. Her hand quivered as it found my dick. I yanked her hand away and slowly shook my head. “Not yet, bella. I need a better taste of you. Turn on her knees and hold the back of the chair.”

“Please, I have to have your knot.” Her hungry gaze went back to my crotch.

“Be a good girl and I’ll give you what you want.” I growled, wanting the same thing myself. But this demure goddess was no doubt untouched, and I would not have her first time being knotted be on a desk or a Persian rug in an office.

Aubrielle turned herself and positioned her knees up against the edge of the chair as she gripped the back. She gazed at me, looking as though she was flushed with fever. Never had an Omega looked so gorgeous as she presented herself. I drank in every detail, burning this image on my mind forever.

I lifted her skirt to reveal her cherry ass. Round and tight. I could not wait to spank her and fuck her from behind so hard, the bones of my hips bruised her cheeks.

Oh, then her pretty pink pussy. I nudged her legs as far apart as they would go on the seat. Her cunt glistened with slick and drew a growl from me. “Fuck, look at you. So ready for my knot.”

“Yes. Please now.” Her begging stroked me in all the right ways, and I wanted to really get her going, but she was in pain and I couldn’t wait anymore.

I gripped her cheeks and knelt, leaning in to nibble and kiss my way up her thighs to lick her pussy. Light flicks of my tongue and long soft sucks of her labia had her moaning and pushing back toward me. I deepened my attentions, pressing my face against her most intimate parts. Her ambrette scent enveloped me, and I took deep breaths as if I could keep it in my nose forever.

Wrapping an arm around her leg, I lifted the hood of her rosy clit and kneaded it between two fingers. Aubrielle cried out and writhed. I thrust my tongue into her and reveled in her trembling tightness.

“Come on my face, bella. Mark me as yours.” I slapped her butt, feeling a jolt in my cock at the sound of it.

I’d always been gentle with Giovanna. There had been no passion between us. Having a baby had been an obligatory act. But not with Aubrielle. Fuck. She broke me. Everything I kept firmly tied down and under control burst free.

I ate her pussy like a wild animal and stroked her clit the entire time. When she came, she screamed out my name and nearly fell off the chair with her orgasmic shudders. I held her in place and drew out her pleasure as long as I could. Her slick dripped from my chin and I had no urge to wipe it away.

Finally I sat back and palmed her swollen pussy. Aubrielle groaned and pressed herself against my palm. Her hips rocked with small jerking motions. “It didn’t take the pain this time. It didn’t… I need your knot.”

“And that you’ll get, but not here.” I stood and hurriedly adjusted my raging hard-on in my shorts. Helping her to her feet, her ass bumped against my groin and I grunted. Hell, could I even wait until we got upstairs? “Can you walk?”

Aubrielle leaned against me, nuzzling me and running her hands up under my shirt. “I think so.”

I looped an arm around her waist and led her to the corner bookcase behind my desk. I slid the Adam Smith book out which unlocked the hidden door and swung it open. It was a narrow spiraling staircase which went up to the master bedroom lit by a few small dim blue lights.

Aubrielle gasped and peered inside. “A real hidden passage. Like in fairy tale castles.”

I chuckled and stepped inside with her, closing the bookcase behind us. “My grandfather’s father built it. My father showed it to me years ago, and I’m the only one who knows about it. It goes up to my room.”

She groaned and shrank into herself. Only because I kept a firm hold on her did she remain standing. “The cramps… They’re so bad.”

Not wasting any more time, I half-carried her up the stairs and slipped into the master bedroom from behind a hidden wood panel door. There were no lights on, but the settingsun cast its rose gold rays through the windows. Shutting the door, I scooped her up and set her tenderly on the bed.

The king size bed had four thick walnut posts and more pillows than I could ever use. The pewter, silver, and black bedding was in a woven damask design. Elegant and masculine, but its splendor was nothing compared to the beauty gazing up at me from it. Aubrielle was an empress, gorgeous and pure.

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