Page 37 of Knotting else Matters

“I don’t hear you complaining,” she shot back, her voice a mix of defiance and desperate need.

“I never complain about having my sweet chaos wrapped around me.”

Her laugh was breathless, her hips pressing against me, her nails scraping against my shoulders. “Then do something about it.”

“Careful what you wish for.”

My hand slid beneath her skirt, fingers tracing the soft, warm skin of her thigh, pushing the fabric higher, and I felt her shudder, her breath catching, her nails digging into my shoulders.

My fingers found the thin lace of her panties, already damp, and I didn’t hesitate, pushing them aside, slipping between her slick, heated folds.

“God, Adrian,” she gasped, her head falling back, her mouth parting in a soft, desperate moan.

“I told you, my sweet chaos, I’m not nearly done with you.” Her answer was a broken, desperate moan, her hips pressing against my hand, her body grinding against my touch. I kissed her again, fierce and hungry, swallowing every sweet, desperate sound she made, my fingers sliding against her, feeling her shudder, feeling her body pulse beneath my touch.

Her thighs tightened around my waist, her head falling back against the door, her breath coming in soft, shuddering gasps. I could feel her tensing, that sweet, desperate build in her body, the way her nails clawed at my shoulders, the way her hips moved against my hand.

But I needed more. I needed all of her.

I didn’t even think as I fumbled with my belt, my pants falling just enough, and I grabbed her hips, pressing the head of my cock against her slick, welcoming heat. Her eyes flew open, wide and wild, her breath catching, her mouth parting in a soft, desperate gasp.

“Adrian—”

“Mine.” I growled, and I thrust into her, burying myself in her heat, feeling her body stretch, tighten around me, her cry a sweet, breathless plea against my ear.

Her legs tightened around me, her arms clinging to my neck, her body arching against me, and I didn’t give her a second to breathe. I moved, hard and fast, each thrust pushing her against the door, her cries growing louder, her breath coming faster, her nails leaving sweet, stinging trails down my back.

Her mouth found mine again, her kiss wild, desperate, her tongue tracing mine, her voice breaking with each sweet, gasping moan.

“Adrian—yes—don’t stop—”

“I won’t.” My voice was a low, rough snarl, my lips tracing the line of her jaw, her throat, her pulse racing beneath my mouth. “You’re mine, Olivia. Only mine.”

“Yes—” Her voice was a shattered, breathless plea, her body tightening around me, her hips meeting every desperate, hungry thrust. “Gods, yes.”

Her head fell back, her eyes squeezed shut, her body trembling, and I could feel that sweet, perfect tension building in her, that desperate, frantic edge that drove me even harder, even faster.

“Come for me,” I whispered against her ear, my teeth grazing the soft curve of her neck. “Come for me, Olivia. Show me you’re mine.”

And she shattered.

Her body clenched around me, a sweet, desperate cry spilling from her lips, her nails clawing at my shoulders, her hips grinding against me, every shuddering breath a perfect, wild rush.

I wasn’t far behind. That perfect, tight heat, the sweet, desperate pulse of her body pulled me over the edge, and I buried myself in her, a fierce, possessive growl tearing from my throat as I came, my grip on her hips tightening, my mouth catching hers in another wild, breathless kiss.

We stayed there, tangled against the door, our breaths mingling, our bodies pressed together, the soft, lingering aftershocks of pleasure still pulsing through us.

I leaned my forehead against hers, my fingers still tracing slow, lazy circles against her thigh, her soft, warm skin a perfect contrast to the cool air around us.

Her breathing slowly returned to normal, her chest rising and falling against mine, the wild, desperate tension melting into a warm, blissful haze. But as her breathing steadied, she leaned back slightly, her sharp green eyes catching mine.

“What beta?”

“What?”

“You said something about a friend of Sophie's?”

I blinked, the fog of possessive hunger slowly fading. “The one Karl told me about. The one Sophie supposedly introduce you to. When she took you to lunch. That was a setup, she wants you to...”

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