Page 32 of Knot Shattered
Only then did he slow, his lips pressing a final, reverent kiss to the inside of my thigh. My entire body felt raw, exposed, like he’d touched something deeper than skin.
I looked down at him, dazed, breathless. His lips were slick with me, his eyes locked on mine, dark and blazing with something primal. I was panting, chest heaving, but somehow I’d never felt more me.
He looked at me like I was the only thing he’d ever wanted, and in that moment, I believed it.
He lingered between my thighs a moment longer, his breath warm against my skin, his hands still cradling me like I might vanish if he let go. My body still hummed, pulsing with the aftershocks, but I wasn’t finished, not by a long shot. I needed more. Not just his mouth, not just his hands, I needed him.
“Come here,” I rasped, still breathless, tugging at his arm.
He rose from between my thighs, mouth slick, eyes wild. The hunger in him was undiluted now, raw and searing. His cock jutted from his hips, thick and flushed, glistening with precum. I ached for him, desperately, wholly.
As he settled over me, I hooked my legs around his waist, dragging him down until the thick heat of him pressed against my entrance.
“You’re soaked,” he growled, grinding into me. “Dripping for me.”
“For you,” I whispered, my voice catching on a moan. “Because of you.”
He kissed me hard, his tongue fucking into my mouth with the same ruthless hunger he’d just used on my body. His hands were everywhere, possessive and greedy. One gripped my breast. The other fisted in my hair, tugging my head back to bare my throat.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you like this since the second I saw you,” he snarled against my skin, his teeth grazing my neck. “Make you mine. Ruin you for anyone else.”
“Then do it,” I bit back, fire curling low in my belly. “Stop teasing. Fuck me, Rav.”
That was all it took.
With a deep, guttural groan, he drove into me in one fierce stroke. I cried out, my fingers clawing into his shoulders as he filled me, stretching me to the edge of pain and pleasure.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “You feel insane. So tight. So perfect.”
He didn’t give me time to adjust. He didn’t need to. He began to move immediately, hard and fast, fucking me like a man starved. The wet slap of skin echoed in the room, filthy, frantic, perfect. My back arched, body straining toward him as he pistoned into me.
“Is this what you wanted?” he panted, dragging my legs higher over his shoulders so he could go deeper. “This cock ruining your tight little pussy?”
“Yes… fuck, yes!” I screamed, lost in the rhythm of it. “More. Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop!”
He snarled, slamming into me harder. Sweat slicked his skin, muscles flexing as he drove into me without mercy. One hand wrapped around my throat, not choking, just holding, claiming. A bolt of lightning shot through me.
“Look at you,” he growled, his voice thick and wild. “So fucking pretty when you take it like this. So good for me.”
I couldn’t even form words. I was drowning in pleasure, tears springing to my eyes from the intensity of it, the overwhelming stretch, the heat, the need.
And gods, I wanted to break.
He leaned down, his teeth grazing my ear. “Gonna cum for me again? Gonna let me feel this pussy clench around my cock?”
“Rav…” I whimpered, right on the edge.
“I own this pussy,” he snarled, voice ragged and guttural. “Now show me.”
I shattered, violently, completely. I screamed his name as the orgasm ripped through me, my pussy clenching down hard around him, milking him with every pulse. He cursed, slamming into me once, twice more before groaning deep in his chest.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, where do you want it, baby?”
“Inside,” I gasped, still shaking. “Fill me. Mark me.”
He roared my name, burying himself deep as he came, his hips jerking, body convulsing above me. I felt the hot rush of him flood me, and gods, it was so much. So primal. So perfect.
He collapsed on top of me, chest heaving, still buried deep, our sweat-slicked bodies tangled together.
