Page 50 of Knotting else Matters

“Please—”

“Please, what?” My hand slid down, tracing slow, teasing circles against the soft, slick heat of pussy, feeling her shudder, feeling the wild, desperate pulse of her through the bond.Gods, I could feel her—her twisted, frantic need, her wicked, filthy thoughts. The things she wanted but didn’t dare say.

“I want you to—”

“Say it, Olivia.” My voice was a low, rough snarl, my teeth grazing the curve of her ear. “Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you. Tell me how much you need me.”

Her breath came faster, her hips pressing back against me, her thighs trembling, and through the bond, I felt it—the twisted, wild edge of her hunger, the sharp, desperate ache twisting in her chest.

“I need it. I need you to—fuck, Adrian, please—”

“That’s not begging.” I thrust against her, the head of my cock teasing her, pressing against her slick, soaked entrance, but not pushing in. “Beg.”

“Please, please, gods—” Her voice was a wild, desperate whimper, her fingers clawing at the sheets, her hips grinding against me, but I didn’t move.

“Good girl.” My voice was a fierce, rough whisper, and I leaned in, my lips brushing against the back of her neck. “You’re going to take every inch of me. You’re going to scream for me. And when I knot you—”

Her breath caught, a sharp, desperate gasp, and I felt it—a twisted, dark spark of filthy need crashing through the bond. Knot. She wanted it. Needed it. Ached for it, even if she didn’t dare speak it.

“Never been knotted before, have you?” I whispered, a dark, wicked smile curling at my lips. “But you want it. You want to feel it. Feel me stretching you, locking you in place, filling you.”

Her moan was a wild, desperate cry, her hips pressing back against me, her body trembling beneath my touch. “Please—”

“Beg for it, Olivia.” My fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back, my lips tracing the curve of her ear. “Tell me you want my knot.”

“I—” She shuddered, her voice a breathless, trembling whisper. “I want it. I want your knot. Please, Adrian, please—”

“Louder.” I thrust against her again, feeling the slick, desperate heat of her, feeling her body shudder, hearing the frantic, wild pulse of her need through the bond.

“Gods, please, knot me. Knot me, Adrian, I need it, I need you—”

“That’s my girl. My sweet chaos.”

I thrust into her, burying myself in her perfect, tight heat, feeling her body stretch, clench around me, her wild, desperate cry a sweet, broken sound. My hand pressed against her back, pinning her against the sheets, her hips arching up, her body grinding against me.

I moved, hard and fast, each thrust sending a fierce, electric pulse crashing through me, and I felt it through the bond—the wild, filthy spiral of her thoughts, the way she needed me, ached for me, the twisted, desperate hunger that crashed against my own.

“You’re mine,” I growled, my hand sliding up, tangling in her hair, pulling her head back, my lips brushing against her ear. “You can try to leave when your little agreement is over, but I won’t let you go.”

“Adrian—”

“I’ll hunt you down. I’ll drag you back. I’ll make you scream for me again.”

“You’re insane,” she whispered, a wild, desperate laugh slipping from her lips.

“Maybe.” I leaned in, my teeth grazing her shoulder, feeling her body tighten, feeling that fierce, desperate ache twist through her. “But you love it.”

“Yes—” Her voice was a breathless, wicked moan, her body arching against me, her thighs trembling, her breath coming faster, and I felt it—that wild, perfect tension coiling inside her.

“Come for me.” I whispered, my voice a fierce, rough snarl. “Come for me, Olivia. Show me you’re mine.”

Her body shattered around me, a wild, desperate cry tearing from her lips, her nails clawing at the sheets, her hips grinding against me, her body clenching, pulsing, wild.

And I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. That fierce, perfect heat crashed through me, twisting, pulsing, and I felt it—felt the thick, swelling ache at the base of me, pressing against her, pushing, stretching, locking.

Her breath caught, her wild, desperate moans twisting into something sweeter, needier, and I buried myself in her, my knot swelling, stretching her, locking me in place, and I felt it—the fierce, possessive rush of heat, the wild, electric pulse of her pleasure crashing through me.

“Mine.” I whispered against her ear, my voice a low, rough growl. “You’re mine, Olivia. And I’m never letting you go.”

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