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"That's it," I encourage, trying not to thrust too hard into her mouth. "Just like that."
But I need to be inside her. Need to knot and claim her.
"Enough," I growl, gently pulling her off me. "I need to be in you."
I settle over her, muscles trembling with the effort of holding back. The heat radiating from her skin makes my head spin. I line myself up at her entrance, feeling how impossibly wet she is. Slick runs down her thighs, soaking the sheets beneath us. The scent is so rich, so perfect, it makes my mouth water.
"I need you to tell me if it's too much," I say, voice rough with restraint. "Promise me, Daisy."
"I promise," she breathes, hands sliding up my chest to frame my face. "But Dante... I trust you. Completely."
Fuck.Those words nearly break me.
I push forward, not slow like I should, but driven by her heat and my desperate need. The head of my cock breaches her tight entrance and we both cry out. She's so impossibly hot, so tight it borders on painful, but in the best possible way.
"Shit," I groan through gritted teeth, fighting every alpha instinct screaming at me to slam home and claim her completely.
But she's having none of my restraint. She tries to rock her hips down onto me, desperate to take more of my length.
"More," she begs, nails scratching red lines down my chest. "I need your knot.”
Her desperation breaks what's left of my control. I give her what she wants, sinking deep in one smooth, powerful thrust. Her back arches off the nest, a broken cry falling from her lips as I fill her completely.
The sensation makes me groan through gritted teeth, and I can barely breathe. She's perfect around me, gripping my cock like she was made for this moment, for me.
"That's it," I murmur against her throat, but my voice is strained and rough. "You're taking me so well. So fucking perfect, Dasiy."
I start with careful thrusts, but her heat won't let either of us stay controlled. She meets every movement with desperate hunger, her body demanding more. The sounds she makes, breathless gasps and broken moans break what's left of my control.
"Harder," she begs, legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. "Please, I need it harder."
I give her what her heat demands, driving into her. Each thrust draws another cry from her lips, another wave of slick. The sounds of her cries and my groans fill the room.
"Come for me." Reaching between us I circle her swollen clit. "Come on my cock."
She shatters with a cry that's pure pleasure. Her whole body shudders, clenching me so perfectly. I drive into her harder now, chasing my own release while fighting to make this last. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through both of us, her oversensitive body responding to every movement. My knot is growing thicker with each stroke.
"Your knot," she breathes. "I need your knot."
"You want it?" I ask, my voice rough with strain as I fight to hold back just a little longer. "Want me to knot you? Fill you up and make you mine forever?"
"Yes," she sobs, her body arching beneath me, taking me even deeper. "Please. Knot me. Claim me. Make me yours."
"I want forever with you, Daisy.”
My knot swells as I press it forward, pushing it inside her with one final thrust. She cries out as it stretches her and locks us together.
The sensation hits me like a sledgehammer. Her tight heat gripping my knot makes my whole body shake. I've never felt anything like this. The intensity, the rightness of being locked inside her. A broken sound tears from my throat, somewhere between a growl and a moan.
Then I'm coming, flooding her as she milks me with her inner walls. I bite down on the junction where her neck meets her shoulder. The opposite side where Gunner's mark sits. She cries out, the pain mixing with pleasure. I lick at the mark immediately, soothing the bite with my tongue.
Fuck.
It's like lightning through my whole system. Her emotions flood through me. Pure joy, overwhelming need, and love so intense it nearly brings me to my knees. I can feel how complete she feels. How right this is.
And underneath it all, her love for me. Not just heat-driven need. Real, deep love.
"Mine," I growl against her throat. "You're mine now."
