Page 37 of Knotting on Heaven's Door

And just like that, we were gone again—kissing like we couldn’t breathe without it, touching like we had hours to make up for.

Like instincts were louder than reason. And for one reckless, blinding moment, I let them win.

Clothes fell to the floor in a blur—his shirt, my blouse, the button on my pants popping with a desperate tug as he shoved them down my hips and dragged me closer to the edge of the counter. The cool metal met the backs of my thighs again,grounding me for a split second, but his mouth was already on mine, already undoing me all over again.

He kissed like he fought—deliberate, intense, all-consuming. One hand slid beneath my ass, lifting me further, adjusting my hips until we slotted together perfectly, the kind of fit that made my omega instincts rear up so violently, I gasped.

Suppressants dulled the ache. But they didn’t erase it. And when he rolled his hips against mine, slow and teasing, the pressure building at the seam of my body made my head fall back with a curse.

“You still wanna tell me this is a bad idea?” he murmured, mouth tracing the line of my jaw. His voice dropped, rough, threading heat through my spine. “Because the way your body’s begging right now, sweetheart… doesn’t feel like you mean it.”

“Fuck you,” I breathed.

“Oh, I plan to.”

His fingers slid between us, parting me, testing how ready I was with maddening precision. I gasped again—gods, I was wet.Toowet. The suppressants couldn’t touch the pull of this, the way my body wanted his, recognized his, even though I wanted nothing to do with the man.

His lips brushed the shell of my ear. “You’re dripping for me, Ada. Do you even know what you sound like right now? What you smell like?” His nose grazed down my neck. “Your scent’s breaking through that expensive blocker. One more minute and I won’t be the only one who notices.”

I grabbed his jaw and forced his face up to mine. “Then shut up and fuck me before I change my mind.”

His eyes flashed—hunger, challenge,alpha. “Yes,boss.”

And then he was inside me.

I bit down on my own gasp, my nails digging into his back as he thrust in deep, slow at first—like he was savoring it, like he wanted to memorize the way I felt. And gods, the way he filledme—it should’ve been a crime. My thighs clenched around him, my heels digging into his back.

He cursed low and filthy against my throat. “Fuck, Ada… You feel like heaven.”

He moved again, faster, harder. Each stroke driving the air from my lungs. His name slipped from my mouth before I could stop it, and I hated how desperate I sounded, how much I wanted him.

He kept going, his grip bruising, the rhythm relentless. The slap of skin, the low sounds we couldn’t hold back, the scent of lust thick in the air—it all crashed over me until I was unraveling beneath him, trembling on the edge of something too big to contain.

“Fuck, Sebastian.”

“Come for me, Ada,” he growled against my ear. “Let me feel you.”

That was it.

I shattered.

My body arched, clenched, fell apart around him, stars bursting behind my eyelids. He followed with a groan, thrusts jerking until he buried himself deep and cursed against my shoulder.

For a moment, there was only breath. Skin. Sweat.

And silence.

Then reality returned, slow and cruel.

His body was still pressed against mine, chest rising and falling, the heat of him sinking into my skin. I could still taste him on my lips, still feel the echo of him deep inside me.

And gods, I hated how good it had been.

Sebastian pulled back just enough to look at me, that insufferably smug glint already sliding into place behind his heavy-lidded gaze.

“So,” he said, voice low and laced with superiority. “Yougonna try and fire me again, boss?”

I let out a breath, gave him a slow, measured smile.

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