Page 25 of Knot Broken

“Fox…” she whimpers, her voice trailing off into a breathy plea that drives me wild.

“What is it, doll?” I press my forehead against hers, letting my mouth hover just above hers, the promise of a kiss lingering like temptation itself. “Tell me what you need. Because I’m not stopping until I’ve given you every single thing you ask for.”

Her hands tangle in my hair, nails scraping against my scalp as she shifts her hips, seeking more friction, more of me. The movement sends a wicked thrill shooting straight through me.

“Touch me,” she begs, the words tumbling from her lips like she can’t hold them back. “I need your hands on me, your mouth... I need you, Fox. Please.”

My chest rumbles with a growl of satisfaction. “Anything you want, baby. I’ve got you.”

I drag my hands up her thighs, pushing her shirt higher until it bunches around her waist, exposing the sliver of bare skin I’m dying to taste. My gaze rakes over her, taking in the way her chest rises and falls, her nipples straining against the fabric of her shirt.

I dip my head, my mouth grazing along her collarbone before I press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the hollow of her throat. Her breath hitches, fingers clenching in my hair as I drag my lips lower, over the curve of her shoulder, leaving a trail of heat in my wake.

I feel her tremble against me, every little sound she makes only driving me further, my body responding with a need that’salmost painful. The way she reacts to me, the way she’s so damn open and willing, like she’s put herself entirely in my hands... It’s addictive.

And I intend to give her exactly what she craves.

My fingers slide along the line of her waist, slipping beneath her sleep shirt and dragging it upward. The soft fabric glides over her skin until it’s bunched just below her arms. She lifts her hands, letting me pull it over her head and toss it aside.

She’s breathtaking. Exposed, vulnerable, and yet fierce in the way she looks at me—like I’m the only thing she craves.

“Perfect,” I whisper, my eyes devouring the sight of her. My hands map every inch of her, exploring the gentle curves of her breasts, the sharp intake of her breath as my thumbs brush over her nipples.

Her body responds like it’s made for me, her hips rolling against my hardness, a desperate friction that only feeds my hunger. I can feel the slick heat of her arousal even through the thin fabric of her panties, the scent of her intoxicating and impossible to resist. My instincts roar to claim her, mark her, and make her mine in every possible way.

“Fox… please,” Violet whimpers, her voice cracking under the weight of her own need.

I drag my mouth down her throat, biting softly at the spot where her scent is strongest, where I know she wants my mark. But she’s not ready for that—yet. This is about pleasure, about giving her exactly what she needs until she’s unraveling in my arms.

My hand slides between her thighs, pressing against her heat, and her breath stutters as her head falls back. I hook myfingers around the damp fabric of her panties, tugging them down her legs and letting them fall somewhere on the floor.

“So wet for me already,” I growl, the words thick with approval and hunger. “You want me to take care of you, doll? Want me to make you feel so good you forget everything else?”

“Yes,” she gasps, her hips canting forward, desperate for more. “I need you, Fox. I need all of you.”

I capture her lips in a fierce, claiming kiss as my fingers slide between her folds, gathering the slick heat and teasing her until she’s trembling against me. Her whimpers are pure music, and I can’t help but groan as I push a finger inside her, then two, stretching her, preparing her for what’s to come.

Her hips move with mine, her hands clawing at my shoulders, her nails leaving trails of heat on my skin. It’s not enough. Not even close.

“More,” she pleads, her voice breaking. “I need you inside me, Fox. Now.”

I tear my gym shorts down and kick them away, the cool air hitting my skin doing nothing to calm the throbbing ache of my arousal. My cock stands thick and heavy, the base already beginning to swell with the promise of my knot. The thought of burying myself inside her, of locking us together, has me barely holding onto my control.

I grip her hips, guiding her down until the head of my cock presses against her entrance. Her body yields to me, slick and tight, pulling me in inch by inch until I’m buried deep inside her.

“Fuck, Violet…” I groan, my forehead falling to her shoulder. The sensation of her clenching around me, so hot and perfect, nearly drives me insane.

Her own cry is pure pleasure, her nails scraping against my back as she moves her hips, urging me to thrust harder, deeper. And I do. Every snap of my hips is met by her own, the rhythm building between us until it’s frantic, desperate.

The pressure at the base of my cock grows, my knot swelling and pushing against her entrance with every plunge. I can tell she feels it, the way her body tenses and her breath hitches. But she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she’s clinging to me even tighter.

“Fox… I—” She cuts herself off with a gasp, her body seizing around me as her orgasm crashes through her. She’s so beautiful when she comes.

I keep moving, chasing my own release even as her walls pulse around me, milking me. The pleasure is too much, burning through me like wildfire, my control splintering. I feel my knot thickening, demanding to claim her, to lock us together in the most primal way.

“Violet…” I grit out, my voice a ragged growl. “Can I knot you?”

Her eyes blaze with need, with a reckless sort of longing. “I want it. I want all of you, Fox. Please.”

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