Page 69 of Knotting on Heaven's Door

I pushed into her in one long, claiming thrust, and she cried out—head thrown back, body welcoming me in like she wasmeantto.

Her walls clenched around me, greedy and perfect, and I gritted my teeth, struggling not to lose control.

I needed her tofeelthis. All of it.

Every grind. Every stroke. Every filthy promise whispered into her skin.

“You feel like home,” I groaned, kissing the edge of her jaw as I thrust harder. “Fuck, Ada…”

I shifted my grip, one hand sliding beneath her thigh to hitch her leg higher on my hip, changing the angle until she gasped—sharp and breathless. Her walls clenched around me like a vice, and I knew I’d hit that spot.

“Right there?” I growled, mouth at her throat, my voice low and frayed.

“Yes,” she breathed, head thrown back, skin flushed and slick with sweat. “Gods, Sebastian—don’t stop.”

Her hands fisted the sheets as I pounded into her with steady, relentless precision. I watched her unravel—every moan, every tremor, every twitch of her body as I fucked her harder, deeper, chasing both our highs. Her scent filled the room—wildand unfiltered, thick with heat and want.

Her wolf was close to the surface, and mine was already howling for her.

“You feel that?” I rasped against her neck. “How good you take me? Fuck, you were made for me.”

She whimpered, hips meeting mine with a desperate rhythm, her mouth opening to say something—but nothing came out except broken, breathless sounds.

“That’s it,” I murmured, one hand tangled in her hair, tugging just enough to make her eyes snap open. “Look at me when you come.”

Her eyes locked on mine—wide, glazed, overwhelmed—and with one last thrust she shattered, body convulsing, a low moan tearing from her throat as she came so hard I felt it deep in my bones.

“Sebastian—”

I followed her a heartbeat later, hips stuttering, pulse pounding, spilling inside her with a guttural growl of her name like it was a prayer.

We stayed like that for a moment. Frozen in place. Hearts racing. My forehead resting against hers. Her fingers tracing the back of my neck with the lightest touch, the kind that made my chest ache in a way I wasn’t ready to name.

“You okay?” I asked quietly, my voice rough from the intensity.

She nodded, still catching her breath. “Yeah.”

But I didn’t move. Couldn’t. She was so warm, so soft, and something inside me—something primal and raw—wanted to stay right where I was. Wanted to curl around her, mark her, keep her.

She was the first to pull away, gently easing out from under me and reaching for the throw at the edge of the bed. I watched her wrap it around her naked body and sit at the edge, her backto me, the muscles in her shoulders taut.

If that was our last night together, at least we went out in a blaze of glory.

She pulled the blanket tighter around her, like armor. Like she was already building the distance back up between us. I pushed off the bed and started getting dressed, shoving my arms through my shirt with more force than necessary, the silence between us now heavier than any argument could be.

She didn’t look at me as she said, “It’s late. You could just… stay. For the night.”

I paused. My heart stalled.

I turned to her, half-dressed, shadows from the streetlight cutting across the planes of her face, softening the hard edge of her mouth. Her eyes were unreadable. But I wasn’t stupid enough to fall for the illusion.

“Don’t ask me to stay if it’s not forever, Ada.”

Her lips parted, but I didn’t give her the chance to respond. I stepped closer, just enough for her to hear me. Just enough for her tofeelme.

“I get your three times rule now,” I said quietly, watching her flinch like I’d reached into her chest and squeezed. “Very smart. Sets boundaries. Keeps things casual. Neat. Clean.”

I leaned in, my voice a growl against her skin. “Because if we ever end up doing this again… there will be no turning back. I will claim you. I will make you mine, and you won’t be able to run—not from me, not from what this is.”

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