Page 31 of Knot Shattered
“Careful,” I grit out. “I’m hanging on by a thread here.”
Her eyes gleamed with mischief. “Then let go.”
She kissed me again, harder this time, full of need, aching and desperate. I matched her, kiss for kiss, touch for touch. Our bodies moved like they’d known each other forever, like they’d just been waiting for this moment to remember how to fit.
Clothes became obstacles. Her skirt joined my shirt on the floor. I lifted her, turning to lower her gently onto the couch. Her legs wrapped around me instinctively, pulling me closer. Our bare chests pressed together, skin on skin, heart to heart.
Her hands moved with purpose, unfastening the button on my jeans, then slowly dragging the zipper down. Anticipation coiled in the pit of my stomach as she pushed the denim down my hips. I kicked them off completely, baring myself to her gaze.
My cock sprang free, already painfully hard, the tip glistening with need. It throbbed in time with my heartbeat, straining toward her. She let out a soft, shaky breath, her eyes locked on me with something close to reverence.
But I needed her more.
I leaned down and kissed the soft skin just below her navel. She gasped, her fingers threading into my hair as I trailed lower. Her body arched slightly, offering herself to me without fear. Her trust wrecked me.
I nudged her thighs apart, gentle but firm. The lace of her panties clung to her, soaked and glistening with desire. My breath caught as I took her in, flushed, trembling, and utterly stunning. Every inch of her called to something feral inside me.
I lowered myself between her legs and breathed her in. Then I pressed my mouth to her through the damp fabric, dragging my tongue slowly up the length of her. She cried out, her hips jolting up toward my mouth. I smiled against her, drunk on her taste, her scent, the feel of her.
“Gods,” I whispered, easing the lace aside. “Odette…”
I spread her open with my thumbs, revealing all of her, slick, swollen, and pulsing with need. Her slick spilled down her thighs, and I couldn’t wait another second.
I dipped my head and slid my tongue through her folds, slow and deliberate, savoring the way she tasted. Sweet. Addictive. Familiar in a way that made me ache.
A groan rumbled from my chest as I devoured her.
“I knew you’d taste like this,” I murmured against her.
She moaned, breathless. “Like what?”
I glanced up from between her thighs, locking eyes with her. My voice dropped, rough and true.
“Like mine.”
Chapter Nine
Odette
September 15th
8:02 P.M
A tremble ran through me, and something inside me cracked open at his words. There was no time to respond before he was on me, mouth claiming me with a hunger so intense it stole the breath from my lungs.
The first stroke of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure straight through my spine. It was slow, deliberate, maddeningly precise. Then he changed rhythm, those quick flicks against the most sensitive part of me making my hips buck and my hands tangle in his hair, holding on like I might fly apart.
He groaned against me, and the sound vibrated through my entire body. I couldn’t think, couldn’t form a single word. My breath came in sharp, desperate gasps as he consumed me like I was something sacred. I felt the rough heat of his palm slide beneath my thigh, anchoring me, while his other hand settled on my stomach, steadying, grounding, and almost worshipful.
Every pass of his tongue pulled me closer to the edge. Every flick, every suck of his mouth drove me wild. I couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from me, whimpers, broken moans, his name on my lips.
“Rav…” I gasped, my voice high and wrecked. “Don’t stop. Please… don’t stop.”
He growled against me, the promise in his voice feral and full of devotion. “I love hearing you beg. Such a good girl.”
Then he focused entirely on my clit, lips and tongue relentless, and it became too much. My thighs clamped around his head, my back arched off the couch, and the orgasm slammed into me so hard I forgot how to breathe.
I cried out, completely undone, shattering in his hands and mouth. My body shook, spasming with wave after wave of pleasure I couldn’t control. He didn’t stop, didn’t even slow, until I was wrung out and trembling, boneless beneath him.
