Page 8 of Knot Falling in Love
“Kiss me.” She slips her hands under my shirt, dragging them over my sides and across my back, sending a chill down my spine that has me shifting closer, my cock making my boxers uncomfortably tight.
As I run my lips over the column of her throat and up towards her jaw, her voice echoes in my thoughts. “Touch me.”She squirms,pulling me closer towards the apex of her thighs, warmth from her cunt searing through my denim.“Fuck me.”
The thought catches me off guard, and I grip the edge of the countertop, resisting the urge to mark her, to rip her shorts and rut into her until I fill her with my seed.
Slowly, I right myself and drag my hand across her shoulder, fingers lightly circling her throat as I kiss her.
It’s the closest I can get to claiming her, the gentle and possessive grip on her neck keeping my wolf at bay, though I can still feel him pacing, stalking and biding his time.
Our bond continues to deepen, her lips and tongue offering the sweet heat of cinnamon that has me wondering just how much of her body bears the taste. I could spread her out like a feast across the kitchen island, but think better of it.
“Hold on to me.” I say, sliding my hand down her back and cupping her ass.
“What?” Maisie forces out, throwing her arms around my shoulders as I lift, her legs hooking behind my back.
Her thoughts swim with desire and shockat how I can lift her so easily, I soothe them away by kissing and nipping at her neck and collarbone where her baggy shirt has slipped down further over her shoulder. I could blindly walk these halls, using my senses to guide me, the deep need to claim her and feel her writhing beneath me drowning out all other thoughts until it’s a riotous chant.
I set her on the bed, fingertips grazing the undersides of her calves, moving up the back of her knees and under the hem of her black shorts, the scent of her pussy twisting me further towards insanity as my wolf snaps at the air, wanting to be sated.
“Let me taste you,” the request comes out as a plea, my voice tinged with desperation and the longing to feel her juices dripping down my chin.
She closes her legs, “I didn’t shave. I wasn’t exactly expecting this.”
“And?” I run my fingers along her knees, feeling them drift apart at my touch, “Is that all?”
“It’s . . .”
“Do you think that is going to stop me from enjoying a feast?”
Maisie stares back at me, shaking her head, her chest gently rising and falling as she takes her bottom lip between her teeth. I should be the one biting it.
Instead, I drop to my knees, crawling towards her and smiling as she meets me halfway, hands cupping the sides of my face and pulling me into a breathless kiss. She leans back enough so I can lift her shirt over her head, then I’m transfixed by her full breasts and deep blush-colored nipples.
Maisie gasps as I kiss and lick my way down her collarbone, running my tongue over her nipple and sucking the stiff peak into my mouth.
“Elijah,” she moans, fingers tangling in my hair and pressing me firmly against her breast.
I love every little whimper she makes. The way she shakes and sucks in a breath as I flick my tongue across her nipple. This needs to last, I want to wring every ounce of pleasure, draw out every moan. So, I settle into a steady rhythm, lavishing one breast with attention while I squeeze and kneed the other, switching between the two until she’s squirming and cursing me under her breath.
“Lay back,” I tap the side of her thigh, stalking after her as she scoots back further onto the bed.
She looks like a goddess, flushed and glowing with need. The scent of cinnamon is so strong that I can taste it in the air, leading me to trail kisses over her bare stomach, pulling back the waistband of her black shorts to lick along the valley where her thigh meets her hip. Inches from where I want to be, where she is begging for attention.
“Oh, fuck. Why does that feel so good?”
I grin, spearing her with a look as I tug the shorts down over her thighs, biting the black cotton fabric covering her hips. I’m determined to leave my mate wanting more, ruining her for all other men.
Maisie lifts her hips, letting her legs fall open, revealing the dusting of dark hair over her pussy. I run my thumb along the top and down her folds.
“So fucking wet for me.” I growl out, dragging my tongue along her entrance, feeling her lift her hips as I brush across her clit.
She tastes amazing, salty with a slight tang that has me grinding my hips into the mattress.I hum, covering her with my mouth and sucking at her lips up towards her clit, circling it with my tongue. Her fingers tug at my hair as she angles her hips to meet every movement.
“What do you need, baby girl?” I ask, barely moving away from her pussy. I couldn’t stop if I tried, between the way she tastes and the little jerks and shakes, I’m addicted. “Tell me.”
“Keep doing that,” she grinds into me, “and your fingers.”
I drag my fingertips along her lips, gathering her slick before sliding in a single finger, curving upward before adding another. From the way her walls flutter, I can tell she’s getting close. I brace my arm across her stomach and lap at her clit in time with my strokes, fucking her, until I can feel her spasm and shake.
