Page 64 of Knot Forever

It’s beautiful. Candles dot every available surface, hundreds of flickering amber lights bathing the room in a warm glow. Music plays softly in the background, and as I approach the bed, I spot what looks like brand-new bedding and a soft, downy looking comforter. Even the pillows look new, thick and soft and enticing.

I want to jump into it, but I hold myself back, not wanting to ruin Marcus’s hard work when he’s laid everything out so nicely.

“This is… amazing, Marcus. Perfect.” My finger reaches out to brush along the comforter, confirming that it’s just as soft as I expected. I’m coveting it already, and I wonder if Marcus would mind me stealing it for nest-building.

Marcus draws me to him and I go willingly, sliding my hands into his hair and tugging it just the way he likes. He groans, our foreheads pressing together.

“I want to do this right,” he whispers.

Pulling him down, I press my lips against his, tasting him. “Youaredoing this right. I trust you,” I whisper against his mouth. “Whatever you want to do, Marcus. I’m all yours.”

He shudders, before he lifts up my hand and presses a kiss to the back. “I want to shower you. Well, both of us.”

Heat prickles along my spine. “Okay.”

His bathroom is huge, his walk-in shower more than big enough for both of us. I move to unzip my dress, but Marcus stops me, his hand over mine. “Let me.”

I shiver as he tugs the zipper down, peeling away the violet silk and revealing my body. There’s a choking sound behind me.

“Nova – you’re not wearing any underwear.”

Chewing my lip, I glance back at him. “It’s starting to feel uncomfortable. Too restrictive with my heat on the way.”

He doesn’t answer, his eyes on my body as my dress slips down to pool around my waist. I shift, letting it fall to the floor.

“You have such soft looking skin,” he says quietly. “Silk, like your dresses.”

“Touch?” I hold out my hand, and when he takes it, I press it firmly against my stomach. His hand spreads across my waist, cupping me as he begins to walk me backwards. My hands move to his shirt buttons before my eyes fly up. “Is this okay?”

At his nod, I make quick work, flicking them open and pushing his shirt off his shoulders as Marcus undoes his belt, pushing down his gray trousers and stepping out of them. I start to breathe a little heavier as his chest brushes against mine, the light dusting of hair a soft tickle against my nipples.

“Turn around,” he says, his voice rough. “Please.”

When I turn, he carefully twists my hair into a bun, clipping it in place to stop it from getting too wet before he switches the shower on. My breath mists against the black tiles as his hand reaches for some lotion, and he squirts it into a white puffy sponge.

Marcus starts with my ankles, working his way up and not leaving an inch of skin without his touch. By the time he reaches my pussy, I’m shaking with the effort of holding in my moans. A finger slides through my heat, and I tip my head back. “You can touch me, Marcus.”

“Not yet.” There’s a smile in his voice as he pulls away, replacing his touch with the soft sponge as he glides it over me and moves to my abdomen. “We haven’t reached the foreplay stage yet.”

Closing my eyes, I lean my arm against the wall and rest my head on it, enjoying the feel of the sponge moving over my body. When he finishes, I turn, watching him lather himself.

The muscles in his stomach flex as he soaps up, and my choked breath is loud enough for him to look up, honey brown eyes capturing mine. “You okay?”

“Yep. Just… enjoying the show.”

His ears pink, but he holds my gaze for a minute longer as he moves the sponge down.

When he’s finished torturing me, he leads me out and wraps me in a gigantic, fluffy white towel he’s set to warm on the heating rail. I cuddle into it with a happy sigh as he lifts me, walking from the bathroom back into the bedroom and depositing me gently into the middle of his bed.

It’s just as soft as I imagined, and I quickly get rid of the damp towel so I can stretch out like a cat. My toes brush the comforter, my head buried in soft pillows.

“This is divine,” I groan. I pop my head up to look for Marcus and find him watching me, a smile on his face and a bottle in his hand.

“Roll onto your stomach for me, Nova.”

“I’m going to be spoiled,” I murmur, but I roll over with a smile, turning my face to watch as Marcus kneels next to me. He pours a little oil into his hands, warming them, and I breathe in the deep scent of almonds.

“I wanted a scent to match yours,” he murmurs. Using the whole of his hands, he starts moving up my back in long, firm strokes, loosening the pressure as he drags his hands back down, never losing contact with my skin.

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