Page 83 of Knot Innocent

“What about you? You took a bullet for me.”

“And I’d do it again,” he breathes.

We’re in our own little world. No abusive fathers or demons can touch us here, and the only monsters allowed are the two of us.

Light pours in through Bastien’s bedroom windows, but I no longer crave the dark unless it’s Bastien himself. My monster stands over me, beautiful and dangerous. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the same chest that I’ve fantasized about many times over the last six weeks.

He slowly and deliberately peels back the blanket and slides off my leggings and panties. Bastien’s gaze darkens after spotting my bare mons, and I look away in shame. “He made me.”

I don’t feel him move until he touches my cheek and directs me to look at him again. “It’ll come back, and he’ll still be just as dead.”

He helps me remove my shirt and stands over me again, drinking in my body, welts and all. I beg him with my eyes to return the favor, and Bastien shoves his sweats to the floor. God, he’s sexy. I shiver in anticipation, and my monster gives me a secret smile, acknowledging the hunger between us.

“Please touch me,” I whisper.

Bastien drops a knee to the bed and crawls to hover above me. Gentle fingers explore, mapping all the contours and curves of my skin. Each touch to my sensitive areas elicits a gasp and sigh, heightening my desire.

My lover drops his head, tracing his lips over my collarbone, between my breasts, and down to my hip. At times, his touch is as light as butterfly wings, but the lower he goes, the more passionate his kisses.

Skirting past the place I need him most, Bastien picks up my leg, dragging his lips across the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. He swipes out with his tongue, and a rush of chill bumps erupts all over my body when he blows over the area with his hot breath. I whimper, a broken sound, as my body reacts, aching and burning to be filled. Bastien treats my other thigh to the same torture before finally dipping his head to my center.

Bastien slowly licks up my slit and circles my clit. Hoarse moans spill from my lips, sounding like glass shards grinding together. I arch off the bed as the pleasure intensifies, racing toward climax.

I’m glad to still be alive, relieved to experience this without fear, and thankful that Bastien showed up before—stop it, Birdie. Do not go there. To keep from returning to that barn, I force my eyes open and lift my head, watching Bastien plunder my body.

Bastien lifts his eyes, meeting mine, charging the air with electricity. His stare lingers as he spears me with his tongue and then drags it lazily back up my slit. Lightning strikes when Bastien latches onto my throbbing nub and sucks hard.

An orgasm slams into me with such force that it steals my breath. My mouth opens in a silent scream, and my body twitches with the lightning coursing through my veins.

Though I barely have the strength, I reach out and graze my fingernails over Bastien’s scalp. He places one last sensual kiss on my sensitive clit and rolls his head against my rasping nails.

The fire within me hasn’t been quenched. Not even close. I should be sated by the powerful release, but I’m not. I want more. I need more. With my body still convulsing, I claw at Bastien to bring him closer. He comes willingly, rolling onto his back at my request and giving me free rein to explore.

Bastien groans and throws his head back at the first touch of my fingers to his rock-hard dick. Right then, I feel powerful and vulnerable in equal measures. Bastien surrenders to me, and soon, my soft touches settle into an instinctual rhythm.

Driven by my lover’s ragged moans, I give in to curiosity and lower my head to taste him. A few shy licks have Bastien’s whole body shuddering, and the next thing I know, I’m on my back again.

He powers inside me in one forceful thrust and then holds himself still as death. Though I had gasped at the sudden, violent intrusion, I now sigh and drop my head back.

This experience is more than physical. I’ve never felt more connected to another human being. Only Bastien knows the real me. And he accepts me anyway. “I love you, Bastien,” I whisper.

Bastien lowers his head to murmur against my lips, “It’s you and me now, Birdie.”

“You and me,” I agree. “Now, take me to heaven… or hell. I don’t care.”

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