Page 40 of Knot Your Romeo

Her fingers make quick work of my zipper, and then her small hands are freeing me from the confines of the fabric. I’m already aching. My cock jerks with embarrassing eagerness.

“You’re beautiful,” she murmurs, her breath ghosting over my sensitive skin.

When her mouth closes around my cock, I have to grip the edge of the sofa to stop me from losing control completely. It’s been so long, I’m going to come down her throat in a few seconds. Like she knows, she slows.

“Sunshine,” I groan, one hand gently tangling in her hair. “You’re going to kill me.”

She pulls back with a smile that’s pure wickedness.

Her head lowers against and she takes me inside her mouth. She swirls her tongue around the head and down the underside. With each sound I make, she’s learning what I like, and soon she finds a rhythm that has me seeing stars. But as much as I’m enjoying her attention, I need more. Need all of her.

I gently extract myself from her mouth, ignoring the keening noise of protest she makes, and pull her back onto the sofa.

“My turn,” I say, already working at the button of her jeans. She lifts her hips to help me strip away the last barriers between us, and suddenly she’s naked beneath me, all creamy skin and trusting eyes. I take a moment just to look, to memorize this perfect moment before everything changes.

“You’re staring,” she says, but there’s no self-consciousness in her voice, only patience.

“Can’t help it,” I admit, trailing my fingers down her body. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

I worship her with my mouth and hands, licking and sucking her clit. Learning every sensitive spot, every place that makes her gasp and arch beneath me. When I finally settle between her thighs, she’s already trembling with need.

“Please,” she whispers, her hands reaching for me. “I need you. Now.”

I position myself at her entrance, pausing to meet her eyes. “This changes everything, you know that?”

“I’m counting on it,” she breathes.

I enter her slowly, giving us both time to adjust to the incredible sensation. She’s perfect—warm and tight—and when she wraps her legs around my waist, I have to fight not to move too fast.

“Okay?” I ask through gritted teeth.

“More than okay,” she sighs, pulling my mouth down to hers. “You feel perfect.”

We move together slowly at first. But as our passion builds, gentle becomes urgent, and tender becomes desperate. I lift her from the sofa; her legs still wrapped around me, and carry her to the kitchen.

“What are you—“ she starts, but her words dissolve into a moan as I press her back against the wooden table.

“Need more room,” I explain breathlessly, adjusting our position so I can move more freely. The new angle draws cries of pleasure from both of us. Jolie wraps her fingers around the edges of the table as she meets my thrusts with equal fervor. Her head falls back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. My tongue slides over my upper teeth as my alpha instincts surge with the urge to mark her. I resist. This is about choice, about a connection that goes beyond biology.

This is about trust.

“Eli,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I’m close, I’m so close—“

I increase my pace, driven by the need to give her everything she wants. But then she’s pushing against my chest, asking me to stop, and I freeze immediately.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, searching her face for signs of pain or distress.

“Nothing,” she pants, sliding off the table with shaking legs. “I think I have a splinter in my ass.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No way.”

I laugh as fresh heat courses through my veins. “Come here.”

I pick her up and wait for her to wrap her legs around my waist. She shuffles down a little until my cock rests on her clit. I laugh. “Such as needy Omega.”

“I am. Against the wall.”

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