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The skin-to-skin heat of him made her gasp. He was heavy in her hand, longer and thicker than she’d expected, adeeper bronze than the rest of him and—God—encircled with small golden-brown mounds that pulsed in an intricate pattern under her palm. The head gleamed, already beaded slick. At the very base lay a distinct knot, an extra-thick ring she recognized from his quiet explanations. Lower still, his balls didn’t hang as separate units. They ringed the root of his cock in a rougher, darker band. One sliding pass of that textured ring against herclit in the wrong position would probably break her in the very bestway.
He paused with his mouth near hers and made her meet his eyes. “Tell me again.”
“I want you,” she said. “I want you inside me. Iwant all of you.”
“Then you will have it,” hesaid.
He rolled her under him, palms framing her face as he pushed into her inch by inch and then deeper. The mounds encircling him massaged inside her with each shallow press, pulsing in an alternating rhythm that made her gasp. Slick warmth coated her from him—his own secretion, he had told her—turning stretch into heat and heat into hungry glide. Control held to the last breath. She stroked his face and he stilled. She nodded and he drove.
Her hands slid up above her head. “Hold me,” she begged. He caught her wrists and pressed them to the bedding beneath, testing pressure. He pinned her there for three driving strokes, asoft sound breaking from him, then loosened and laced their fingers instead.
“Harder,” she whispered, and the rhythm turned fierce.
He gathered her and turned her to her knees, one hand flat at the small of her back, the other banding her hip. He pushed into her from behind, deep and relentless, breath hot at her nape. The mounds along his shaft rolled over the tender front of her, hammering that impossible spot until her legs quivered. Each thrust dragged them over her again, again, again, his secretions keeping her drenched and pulsing around him. His palm pressed against her belly and held her there so she felt every inch of him, the pressure making pleasure sharpen.
His teeth found her shoulder in a careful bite that sent her heart racing. After a handful of fierce strokes he drew her back to him and rolled her beneath him again so he could see her face. His mouth found her shoulder.
His voice came gruff against her skin. “You are safe with me from now on.” It wasn’t a line. It was the way he covered her, apromise made with hisbody.
When her body drew tight again, he slid his hand between them and gave her what she needed with a surety that made her fall hard and fast, abright shatter that left everything inside her rearranged. At the same breath his knot began to swell at the base, thickening where they were joined.
He groaned into her throat. “It will tighten. Say affirmative.”
“Affirmative,” she panted, the word breaking.
The knot locked behind her entrance, ademanding fullness that seated him ever deeper. Pleasure spiked—sharp, bright—as the pulsing mounds throbbed in a synchronized rhythm, milking her from the inside while the tight ring held them together. He braced there and breathed through his own restraint until her aftershocks softened, then thrust once, twice, and followed her into release with a quiet, discordant sound that shook his restraint loose.
His knot tightened that last incremental degree and held, the heavy throb of it syncing with the pulse of the mounds as they squeezed and rippled inside her. He didn’t crush her when he collapsed. The knot held them joined, keeping his weight around her without pressing her breath away. He gathered her. He stroked her hair back and pressed his mouth to her temple as if pressing the moment into herskin.
Time blurred. Quiet stretched. Her breathing returned to its normal rhythm against his chest, but he could feel the shudder there, the tears. “Do not cry,” he whispered.
“I’m not sad.” She laughed wetly. “My body is just catching up to everything that’s happened.”
He nodded and held her until she laughed for real, soft and bewildered at the same time. “If you ever need me to release my knot early, you only have to ask,” he said in her hair, voice filled with absolute honesty. “I can force my knot to ease. It is possible. Iwill do it for you.”
She shook her head, stunned by the flood of want the offer sent through her. “I like it. Iwant it.”
“Then I will give it,” he answered, simple as breath.
Chapter 12
WHEN HANNAHdrifted, Locus lether.
She woke to his mouth at her shoulder and heat stroking low. The knot had eased at some point, loosening with a gentle release that left her aching and empty enough to whimper when he slidfree.
Heat sparked at once. The need came back like a tide returning to shore. She thought she’d be too tender. She wasn’t.
He took her on her side the second time, the movement slow and deep, letting the mounds do their work, rolling that pulsing ring over every tender place inside her until she was shaking. He warned her softly when the knot would begin to thicken again and the snug hold sent her off the edge faster than before.
The third time came later, lazy and sweet, with her astride him. The low-hanging ring of his testicles rubbed her clit with each forward rock. She chased that friction shamelessly, riding until the pulsing mounds hammered her G-spot and heat climbed her spine. Rolled to her back, she took his kiss until theworld blurred at the edges. Ahand hitched her knee high and a deeper angle punched breath from her chest. His focus stayed on her face, tracking the instant he gave her exactly what she needed. Hips drove to meet hers. They broke together, her name caught in his harsh voice.
She dozed in the loose cradle of his body after that. The room smelled faintly of skin and salt and something that was only them. When she shifted, he shifted with her, bringing the bedding up and tucking her into the curve of hisside.
“I am going to ask you something again,” he said after a quiet while.
“Okay.”
“Do you want to try to see your family soon?”
