Page 128 of Knot So Fast
When the orgasm finally hits, it’s like being hit by a truck. I dig my nails into his shoulders, crying out as I come, my body spasming around him and milking every last drop of pleasure from the moment.
He follows a second later, clutching me so tight I can barely breathe, burying his face in my hair and letting out a sound that’s somewhere between a growl and a sob.
We stay like that for a long time, tangled together, breathing hard.
Outside, the traffic starts to move, the city surging forward, but in here, we’re suspended in the aftermath, every nerve ending still buzzing with electricity.
I nuzzle into his neck, content and smug and absolutely alive.
He kisses my temple, gentle now, and whispers, “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I grin against his skin, already plotting our next move.
“Only if you’re
# Scene 1 - from Auren Vale's point of view
"Only if you’re lucky," I finish, nipping at his neck with just enough teeth to make him flinch and groan, the aftershocks of our collision still vibrating between us. He’s still hard inside me, and the feel of it—his cock thick and twitching, the fullness so intense—makes it impossible to remember a time when this wasn’t my entire fucking world.
The car inches forward, then stops again, and outside someone is laying on their horn. I’m barely aware of it, lost in thecocoon of heated air, engine hum, and the thick sweet-salt musk of sweat and sex. The windows could be clear and I wouldn’t care. Let the world watch. Let them see us for what we are: two animals who can’t help but crash into each other, over and over, until something in the universe finally shatters.
I pull back to look at him, his shirt half-unbuttoned, the collar damp where I’ve bitten, his hair a mess from where I tugged him close. There’s a kind of feral pride in how completely I’ve ruined his usual composure.
His hands slide up my thighs, slow and lingering, fingers tracing the lines of muscle I’ve worked so hard to build. “Look at you,” he murmurs, half-awed, half-possessive. “You’re a fucking dream, Auren.”
I roll my eyes, but it’s mostly for show. “You say that to all your rookies?”
He grins, but it’s softer now. “Only the ones who can beat me at my own game.”
I glance down, watching his cock still buried inside me, slick and glistening in the low light. I squeeze around him just to see him gasp again, and when he does, I feel like I’ve conquered the whole goddamn city.
“Still think you can keep up?” I whisper, shifting my hips and feeling the burn as he hits that perfect spot inside me.
He bares his teeth, eyes dark with challenge. “Try me.”
For a moment, we just breathe together, the only sound the rapid thump of our hearts and the faint click of the turn signal as the car waits for a gap. I stroke his hair back from his forehead, fingertips gentle now, and he closes his eyes, just letting me touch him.
“Missed this,” he says, voice barely audible over the muted chaos outside. “Missed you.”
I want to say something vulnerable, something real, but I don’t trust my voice not to break. Instead, I kiss him again, slowthis time, savoring the taste and the feel of his mouth. I could get drunk on him, easy.
He kisses me back with everything he’s got, then says against my lips, “When we get home, you’re not leaving my bed. Not for anything.”
“Promises, promises,” I shoot back, but we both know I’ll hold him to it.
The car lurches forward, finally breaking free of the jam, and the sudden acceleration pushes us together even tighter. I laugh, the sound raw and elated, and brace myself with my hands on his shoulders as the driver weaves through the city streets with a little too much enthusiasm.
He holds me steady, hands gripping my thighs, and there’s something perfect about the way we fit together—like we were built for this, for each other, for the madness and the speed and the utter lack of restraint.
Outside, the world blurs by in streaks of color and light, but in here, in this private, precious, fucked-up little world we’ve carved out, everything is exactly as it should be.
I press my forehead to his, our noses bumping, and we just exist for a while, breathing the same air, skin fused together by sweat and want and something that tastes a lot like hope.
“Race you home?” I whisper.
He laughs, low and wicked. “You’re on.”
And as the car rockets through the city, I know in my bones that no matter what the world throws at us—hatred, pressure, pain—we’ll always find a way back here.
