Page 184 of Knot That Serious

She could probably still taste herself on his lips, his tongue, and the thought sent a spear of heat through him.

When they pulled apart, they were both gasping for air.

“You’re gonna fuck me now, right?” Eli asked.

Raj smirked down at her, brushing a lock of pink hair off her forehead.

“Something like that.”

35. A Full Set

Eli

Eli wasn’t sure what Raj meant by something like that, but it didn’t take her long to find out.

Raj was as attentive as ever, fingers dusting across her skin, lips following behind as he tasted her skin like he couldn’t get enough. Like he wanted to make a whole meal out of her. Like he was starving.

Eli shivered under his devotion, felt it swirl in her chest along with everything that was Raj.

The adoration and the affection, the arousal and unadulterated happiness.

She felt light as a feather and yet she sank into the sheets, waiting. Shivers danced across her skin beneath his touch as he settled himself behind her.

He skated his lips along her shoulder, hands framing her waist as he pressed their bodies together, head to toe.

Eli was so wet she could feel it gloss her thighs, still aching from the almost-orgasm he’d teased her to before denying her at the last second.

Tilting her head back into his shoulder, Eli breathed against him, felt his touch glide over her skin, cupping her breast. He’d spent so much time there with his mouth, even just the brush of his palm over her nipple made her cunt flutter with warmth.

His other hand was at her hip, lowered to her thigh to part her legs. Eli reached back to run a hand along his flank, pushing herself against him. But he didn’t notch himself at her core and slide inside like she really wanted.

Instead, Raj skimmed his fingers along her bite, making her jolt and shake in his arms again and again until she was panting, pussy practically dripping, chest heaving into the solid grip of his hand.

He’d shucked his pants, and Eli could feel how much he wanted her, so why wasn’t he—

“Oh,” Eli breathed.

Raj chuckled against her shoulder as he slotted himself between her slick thighs and pushed her legs closed. The heat of him rested right against her bite mark, and when he dragged his hips away, his cock against it, she cried out.

Pure warmth flooded her senses as the sensitivity of the bite struck her anew.

“Oh!” she echoed, voice higher with her surprise.

Raj simply hummed into her skin, as if this had been his master plan all along.

“So wet,” Raj said. “Dripping for me. Don’t even need extra lubrication for this,” he said, and snapped his hips against her.

The weight of him dragged between her thighs, over the bite, and it was… it was—

God, it was just like being fucked, just like his fingers dragging over her clit. The motions were the same, his hips snapping against hers with loud slaps, echoing around the room in a symphony of vulgar need.

With each thrust, she tried to rock against him, but he held her still.

“Squeeze your thighs together, my sweet,” he whispered softly. “Feel it.”

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

Eli obeyed him, tightening her thighs around him, shaking with the force of her need. He groaned against her, and Eli loved the sound of his voice muffled against her skin.

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