Page 159 of Wisteria and Cloves

Nicolaus gave a deep growl, his knot having not even started to form as he kept thrusting into me.

"Not yet," he growled, his rhythm unfaltering as he prolonged my pleasure. "I'm not done with you."

His intensity took my breath away. The carefully controlled Nicolaus I'd known had given way to something primal and unleashed. His hands gripped my hips with bruising force as he continued his relentless pace, driving me toward another peak before I'd fully descended from the first.

"Nicolaus," I gasped, my voice breaking as overwhelming sensation coursed through me. "I can't—it's too much—"

"You can," he assured me, his voice rough yet certain. "I know exactly what you can take." His hand slid up my spine to the nape of my neck, holding me firmly as he continued his measured assault on my senses. "Trust me."

And I did. Completely. I surrendered to the rhythm he set, even with the pace I didn’t feel any knot form. I gasped as with one fluid motion, Nicolaus turned me to face him, lifting me effortlessly. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as hepressed me against the car, never breaking our connection. The new angle sent him impossibly deeper, drawing a broken moan from my lips.

"I want to see your face," he murmured, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that stole my breath. "I want to watch you come undone this time."

“This time?” I gasped, having a hard time forming words, “How many more…” I cried out as he gave an extra hard thrust into me.

"As many as it takes," Nicolaus murmured against my ear, his voice like velvet wrapped around steel. “Until you are screaming and crying from being taken by me.”

His words sent shivers racing down my spine as he continued his relentless pace. One hand cupped my face with surprising tenderness, thumb brushing across my lower lip as his hips drove into me with controlled power.

My breath caught at his promise, the raw hunger in his voice making my core clench around him. This was Nicolaus unleashed—all careful control abandoned in favor of pure, primal need. His eyes were dark with desire as he watched my face, cataloging every expression, every sound I made.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, his thumb tracing my swollen lips. "Completely open to me." The possessiveness in his tone made heat bloom through my chest. I'd never seen him like this—so utterly focused, so determined to claim every piece of me. His rhythm never faltered, each thrust deliberate and devastating, designed to push me higher and higher until I thought I might shatter completely.

"I can't—" I started, but he silenced me with a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and desperate need.

"You can," he insisted, breaking away from my lips just enough to speak. "You're stronger than you know." His fingersfound that sensitive bundle of nerves between us, working in perfect counterpoint to his thrusts. "Let go for me again."

The combination of his relentless pace and skilled touch proved my undoing. I shattered around him with a cry that echoed across the water, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

“Let’s try another position. Do you think you can handle it?” The last part came out as worry, his dark eyes looked me over. I could still feel he wasn’t even close to being done.

“Yes," I breathed, my entire body trembling with aftershocks. "I can handle more."

Nicolaus's eyes darkened with approval. He carefully disengaged from me, his hands steady as he guided me down from the car. My legs felt like water beneath me, but he caught me easily, his strong arms keeping me upright.

“Are you sure?” He asked as he let me stand on my own, worry flashing through his eyes.

"I need you," I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. "Show me more."

Nicolaus's eyes darkened further at my words,“Kneel. On your hands and knees”he instructed, his voice a mixture of command and care. I followed his direction, lowering myself onto my hands and knees on the forest floor. Behind me, I heard Nicolaus's sharp intake of breath.

"You're a vision," he murmured, his hands tracing the curve of my spine with reverent precision.

The soft earth beneath my knees was warm from the morning sun, a stark contrast to the cool breeze that whispered across my heated skin. I could hear the gentle lapping of water against the dock, birds calling in the distance, and the sound of Nicolaus's ragged breathing behind me.

"So responsive," he murmured, his fingers trailing down my spine with deliberate slowness. "I want to memorize every curve,every reaction." His touch was electric, sending shivers through my already sensitized body.

When he positioned himself behind me again, I felt the familiar pressure of him against my entrance. But this time, he didn't enter me immediately. Instead, he teased me with shallow thrusts, barely breaching my entrance before withdrawing, over and over until I was trembling with need.

"Please," I gasped, pressing back against him desperately. "Nicolaus, I need you inside me. Please."

"Since you asked so sweetly," he murmured, finally driving forward in one powerful thrust that filled me completely. I cried out, my fingers digging into the soft earth as pleasure shot through me. This position allowed him to reach even deeper, hitting places inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes.

Nicolaus set a relentless pace, his hands gripping my hips with bruising intensity as he claimed me over and over. The sound of skin against skin echoed through the trees, mingling with my desperate cries and his controlled grunts.

"You take me so perfectly," he praised, his voice strained with pleasure. "Like you were made for me."

His words sent another wave of heat through me, my core clenching around him in response. I could feel the tension building in his body, the way his breathing became more labored, more desperate. Yet still no knot formed, and I realized with a mixture of wonder and anticipation that he was holding back somehow, controlling even this most primal aspect of his nature.

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