Page 120 of Knot For A Moment

Roman hummed, pulling away and making that whine just a little more desperate. But he wasn’t finished with me, just moving. His mouth brushed over the curve of my ass and up my spine to the edge of the oversized t-shirt I had on.

Even if his mouth hadn’t just been on me, I would be wet just from the feeling of him touching me. Roman’s hands were so large, they nearly spanned the width of my body. And the feeling of them smoothing up my skin, curling around my ribs… the intense weight of him pushing me down into the bed… I whined sleepily again. Needy and wanting.

His voice was a rough whisper. “Didn’t mean to wake you, firefly. You can go back to sleep. I just need to be inside you.” Roman’s knees gently shifted mine wider apart, and he lowered his body onto mine. He was a warm blanket, enveloping me. A warm blanket with a hard cock currently pushing deep into my pussy and stealing every sleepy breath I still had.

He had to go slowly because he was so big. I didn’t think there would ever be a time when he didn’t stretch me open, with how giant he was compared to my petite frame. Every time he took me was a delicious ache that put me on the edge of so much more than I had words for. Almost like dancing on pointe. It hurt, but it was so fucking worth it.

When every inch was buried in me, he stopped. Brushed my hair off my face, and kissed my temple. Nothing else. The weight of him and the warmth. The safety of knowing nothing could touch me while Roman surrounded me. The subtle pleasure of being filled…

I sank down under the surface again.

His movement woke me.

There was no way to tell how long it had been, but it wasn’t just a few minutes. I’d beenfullyasleep again, consciousness dragged up from the depths of dreams when he pushed into me. My body was used to him now, cock sliding all the way in so easily, I almost startled.

How long had he been inside me?

Not knowing sent a little thrill through me, followed by a flush of embarrassment that did absolutely nothing to cool off my arousal.

On my stomach as I was, nothing touched my clit but the sheets beneath me, and Roman’s body had me pinned so I couldn’t move as he slowly thrust in and out. It wasn’t a rhythm meant to drive me over the edge. It was a little too jagged, a little too slow, and a little too gentle to get me off.

Which made me hot all over again. Roman wasn’t fucking me for me, he was fucking me forhim. Because I told him he could, and that made my pussysingwith a need that wasn’t being met. And I was still too drowsy to even move my fingers to tell him I needed more.

Roman’s low moan had me squeezing down on his cock involuntarily, and he shuddered, fucking me harder. Still not enough for me. Not quite hitting the right places. Not even that delicious drag of his piercing. Not quite, not quite, notquite…

“Your face is very red for someone sleeping, firefly.”

I moved, but didn’t get very far. It felt strange to be so drowsy, but that had been common the last few days. I felt so safe with them after years of being alone that I was catching up on what felt like years of missing sleep. So instead, I curled more firmly into the pillows, earning me a rumbling laugh I felt absolutely everywhere.

The rhythm of his movement changed, harder thrusting into me, slower glides on the way out, his piercing hitting me gloriously. Roman grunted softly every time he buried his cock in me, taking exactly what he needed. “Fuck, Sloane,” the words were hot against my neck. “Sleepy firefly. Gonna fill you up with so much it’ll drip around my knot.”

“Roman.” A strangled, muffled moan into the pillow.

“Don’t open your eyes,” he told me, moving harder and faster. “Just relax.”

Somehow, I did, letting my body go soft and pliant as he let loose, finally fucking me like I was fully conscious, the delicious ache of taking all of him rising up.

His hands found my lower back, pinning me to the bed while he rutted me. Rough groans scraped over my skin like he was dragging his teeth over it. I wanted to feel them on me, biting down, bonding me. Fusing us together forever.

Roman pulled me onto his cock at the same time as he rammed into me—deeper than he’d ever been, knot swelling so large it only made the ache sharper. Made my clit more sensitive. Made me want tobeghim to get me off. Wave after wave of heat filled me, cum seeping around his knot to wet my thighs, just like he promised. It all added to the sensation of being too fucking full.

I couldn’t get enough.

“Gonna open your eyes for me now, firefly?” He asked as he released the last of his cum so deep I wasn’t sure I would ever get it out. Thank fuck for super-powered birth control. His swimmers weren’t going anywhere I didn’t want them to, even if being full of him made me desperate for his knot to loosen so he could fill me up again.

Dragging my eyes open, I turned my head to the side on the pillow and glanced up at him. After that? I could probably go to sleep again.

He smiled. “Good morning.”

“Morning.”

Rocking his hips into me, I groaned. “That feels too good.”

“Toogood? Or just good enough.” He did it again, knot pressed up against all the sensitive places inside me.

“It feels incredible. Not enough to get me there.”

“Wasn’t trying to,” he admitted. “I can if you want me to.”

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