Page 51 of Knot Forever

Do you enjoy your neck being kissed, Nova? Because it looks very soft.

The giddiness flips, changing to a low, warm burn as I glance at him. Marcus swallows, his eyes following my fingers as I raise them to my blouse and slowly undo the top few buttons, tugging the material aside to present my neck to him.

“I do like my neck being kissed, Marcus,” I whisper. “Try it.”

His honey eyes flicker as his hand moves into my hair. “Firm touches,” he breathes.

His hands clench, tugging my hair back a little and opening me for him. Leaning in, he runs his nose up the skin of my neck, inhaling and pulling away with a groan. “So soft, Nova. I knew you would be.”

I’m shaking already, just from that one small touch. “More, Marcus.”

His mouth hovers over the pulse in my neck. “I want to taste you.”

“Whatever you want.” I arch into his touch as he pushes his lips against my skin. He trails a line of firm kisses down my neck, pausing at my collarbone before he works his way up. The flick of his tongue makes me gasp, and he pauses. “Nova?”

“It’s good,” I tell him hoarsely. “So good, Marcus.”

He moves back in, his tongue laving at me until I’m trembling and wet. Fuck. If this is his foreplay, I’m going to be a quivering mess when we do have sex.

“Beautiful,” he whispers against my skin, and I turn my face to him.

“Could we try a little more?” I ask, biting my lip, and he nods.

He watches as I unbutton my blouse completely, slipping it off my shoulders until I’m straddling him in my bra. Reaching behind me, I unclasp it, holding the cups against my chest before I release them. “Is this okay?”

His eyes burn darker than I’ve ever seen them as he watches me. “Don’t stop.”

I pull my bra away with a shiver, and Marcus replaces the silk with his hands as he cups my breasts, pushing them up with firm touches, his fingers sinking into the soft skin.

My hands cover his, nudging him towards my nipples. He rubs his finger across them, eyes moving to mine. “You like me playing with these.”

I can’t speak, so I just nod, watching him roll the buds between his thumb and forefinger. He gives the perfect amount of pressure, gently twisting and tugging them until I think I might come just from the feel of his hands on me. My legs shake on either side of him as I groan. “Marcus.”

He leans forward, and I let out a strangled cry as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, one hand holding my breast up for him like an offering and the other sliding around, covering the skin at my back and holding me to him.

I shift restlessly as he feasts, switching from one to the other, his hands never stopping as he strokes me.

“Some people can orgasm from having their nipples sucked,” he says, raising his head. My hands are entwined in his hair the way he likes, and he looks almost wicked as he smiles at me, his thumbs rubbing across the hardened points. “I think you might be one of them.”

He goes back in for more, and I’m lost as he crushes me to him, tasting and taking until the familiar heat starts to churn in my stomach.

“Marcus,” I gasp. “Please.”

I’m not sure what I’m even asking for, but I try to rub myself against him, frustrated when my jeans get in the way. Marcus slides one hand into my hair, tugging me back as his other hand wraps around my wrists, holding them behind my back and pushing my chest towards him as he bites down on my nipple and suckshard.

My release crests in a wave, peaks of pleasure rippling through me as I cry out his name. Marcus holds me through it, softening his touch to long, laving licks across my nipples as I try to catch my breath.

Holy shit. He wasn’t kidding.

My eyes must be wide as saucers when he looks up at me. His hands move around my back, pulling me into him in a firm embrace as he slides his hand down my back in deep strokes.

“Was that okay?” he asks. “You taste like your scent. Almonds and cherries.”

I nod into his neck, still catching my breath. “Are all of your text messages going to be like this?”

“Some of them are more explicit.”

I’m not sure I’ll survive any more, but I can’t wait to read them. My smile presses into his skin. “Sign me up. I can’t wait, Marcus.”

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