Page 23 of Knotting else Matters

Her eyes flashed, that wild spark burning even brighter, but she didn’t pull away. She leaned into me, her body a desperate, pleading heat against mine, her hips moving in rhythm with my touch.

My fingers moved faster, circling, teasing, driving her higher, and I drank in every gasp, every moan, every frantic kiss she crushed against my lips. Her body trembled, her thighs tightening, her breath catching, and I knew she was close—so close.

Her gasps were sharp, her body a trembling, desperate heat pressed against mine. Each ragged breath, each quiet moan, drove me closer to the edge of control. My fingers moved faster, slipping through the slick heat between her thighs, pressing against that sensitive spot that made her hips buck against me.

“Yes…” she whimpered, her voice a breathless, pleading whisper. “Don’t… don’t stop.”

“Not a chance,” I growled, my lips trailing down her neck, teeth grazing the delicate skin just above her collarbone. Her taste was intoxicating, a sweetness mixed with the faint, salty trace of her sweat.

Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling, her other hand clutching at my shoulder, nails digging in hard enough to sting. I loved it. Every bite of pain, every desperate gasp—it was all fire, all chaos, and I was drowning in it.

Her head fell back, the wild cascade of her dark hair spilling against the wall, her eyes squeezing shut, lips parted, a soft, broken cry slipping free.

“Adrian…” My name on her lips was like gasoline on the fire already burning through me.

“Look at me,” I commanded, my voice a low, rough growl.

Her eyes fluttered open, those wild green eyes hazy with desire, her gaze locking with mine. I watched every flicker of emotion, every shiver that raced through her, the way her lips trembled, the way her breath hitched each time my fingers pressed just right.

“That’s it,” I whispered, a dark, possessive satisfaction curling in my chest. “So desperate. So fucking perfect.”

Her breath came faster, her hips rocking against my hand, her body chasing that edge, and I could feel it—her muscles tensing, her thighs quivering, the desperate, helpless need burning through her.

And then she shattered.

Her body arched, a sharp, gasping cry spilling from her lips, her nails clawing against my shoulders, her thighs clamping around my hand as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her eyes squeezed shut again, her mouth falling open, her breath coming in short, broken sobs of pleasure.

I didn’t stop. Not right away. I eased her through it, my fingers slowing, teasing, drawing out every last shiver, every last sweet, helpless whimper.

When her body finally sagged against me, her forehead falling against my shoulder, I pulled my hand away, sliding it up her back, letting my fingers tangle in the wild mess of her hair.

Her breath was warm against my neck, her heart racing beneath the delicate curve of her chest pressed against me.

“Still think I should loosen up?” I murmured, a rough, teasing edge to my voice.

Her soft, breathless laugh was a spark against my skin. “You’re getting there.”

I leaned back, tilting her chin up with two fingers, those wild green eyes finding mine again. “I could stop.”

“Don’t you dare.”

The words were a low, reckless challenge, and that was all I needed.

In a heartbeat, I had her against the wall again, my mouth crushing against hers, fierce and hungry. Her hands were all over me—clawing at my shirt, slipping beneath the fabric, her nails dragging against the taut muscle of my back.

“Bedroom,” I growled, barely pulling away, my voice rough and ragged.

She laughed, a breathless, teasing sound, her fingers curling around my collar and dragging me toward the bed. “Whatever you say, Alpha.”

The mattress caught her fall, her hair spilling across the white sheets, her body stretched out beneath me, that black satin nightie a sinful contrast against her pale skin. I tore off my shirt, the fabric hitting the floor, and she watched me, her lips parting, those wild green eyes dragging over every inch of exposed muscle.

“Enjoying the view?” I teased, my voice dark, hungry.

“Not bad,” she shot back, her smirk wicked. “But I’ve seen better.”

“Liar.”

Her laugh was swallowed by another kiss, fierce, desperate, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me against her. My hands slid beneath the nightie, pushing it higher, and she lifted her arms, letting me drag it off, the fabric slipping free, leaving her bare beneath me.

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