Page 67 of Knot My Wonderland: Part Two
"Beautiful," Heart murmured, watching my reaction with fascination as he continued his gentle exploration. "The way you respond... the way our patterns merge..."
The pattern beneath my skin flared with each touch, silver and gold light spiraling outward like ripples in a pond. Heart's golden energy responded in kind, creating a feedback loop of sensation that multiplied every caress. His fingers moved with deliberate precision as he kept his grip on my wrists above my head keeping me in place as I withered under him.
"Please," I whispered, straining against his hold on my wrists. "I need more."
Heart's ruby eyes met mine, his expression a mixture of desire and reverence that made my heart stutter. "Do you now?” His smiled turned almost sharp as he slowly pumped his fingers in me, making me want to cry at the slow pace he was now going.
"Heart," I pleaded, my voice breaking as he maintained that torturously slow pace. The golden bond between us pulsed with his satisfaction at my desperation, his control absolute as he held me on the edge of need.
"Patience," he murmured, pressing soft kisses along my throat that made me tremble. "I want to savor this—savor you."
His thumb found that perfect spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids, and I cried out despite myself. The sound seemed to break something in him, his careful restraint cracking as his movements became more urgent.
"That's it," he encouraged, his voice rough with his own need. "Let me hear you."
I bit my lip, trying to muffle the sounds he was drawing from me, but Heart wouldn't allow it. His lips found mine in a demanding kiss before pulling back just enough to speak.
"Don't hide from me," he commanded softly, his fingers never ceasing their relentless rhythm. "I want to hear every sound, feel every shudder."
The golden bond between us carried his sincerity—his need to experience all of me without barriers or restraint. I surrendered to it, letting my cries fill the night air as pleasure coiled tighter within me.
"That's it," Heart whispered, his ruby eyes never leaving mine as he added another finger in me as he watched me approach the edge. "Such a good girl.”
The praise sent a shock of heat through me that had nothing to do with magic, my body arching beneath him as the tension coiled impossibly tighter. Heart's patterns flared brighter at my reaction, his ruby eyes darkening with satisfaction at how those simple words affected me.
"You like that," he observed, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as his thumb circled with maddening precision. "Being praised for how perfectly you respond to me." I could only nod, words beyond me as sensation overwhelmed every thought.
“Such a good girl you are. Responding to me. Moaning for me.” Heart purred as he moved his fingers faster. The combination of his words and touch shattered the last of my control. I came apart beneath him with a cry that echoed through the night, my body arching as waves of pleasure crashed through our bond.
"Beautiful," he whispered, pressing soft kisses across my flushed skin. "Absolutely beautiful." I felt him remove his fingers from me, making me whine out from the loss. He gave me a feral grin as he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean.
“You taste wonderful. I bet it is even better from the source.” Heart growled softly, as his dark eyes looked over me with a desperate hunger. Before I could process his words fully, Heartwas moving down my body, his lips trailing fire across my skin as he settled between my thighs.
"Heart," I gasped, my hands reaching for him as I realized his intention. But he caught my wrists again, pinning them gently to my sides as his ruby eyes met mine with wicked promise before releasing my wrists when I didn’t resist.
"Trust me," he murmured, his breath warm against my most sensitive skin. "Let me worship you properly."
The first touch of his tongue made me arch off the ground with a strangled cry left my lips as sparks of pleasure shot through me,“Fuck….”
The word escaped before I could stop it, rough and desperate in the crystalline night air. Heart's answering chuckle vibrated against my sensitive flesh, sending another shock of sensation through me.
"Such language," he teased, his voice muffled but carrying that familiar note of satisfaction. "What would the others think?"
Before I could formulate any response, his mouth returned to its devoted work, tongue moving with deliberate skill that rendered me speechless. My hands fisted in the silver grass beneath me as Heart's ministrations grew more intense.
"You taste like magic," Heart murmured against my inner thigh, his ruby eyes glowing as he looked up at me. He continued his tongue flicking in slow, deliberate strokes that made coherent thought impossible. I lost myself in the rhythm he created, stars shifting overhead in patterns that seemed to mirror the building tension within me. When he added his fingers again, curling them in a way that made me cry out his name, Heart growled against me, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge.
Heart," I gasped, my hands finally finding their way into his hair. "I can't?—"
"You can," he murmured against me, his voice a vibration that sent shockwaves through my already overwrought system. "Let go for me, Alice. Let me feel you fall apart."
His words, combined with the relentless pressure of his tongue and the perfect curl of his fingers, shattered what remained of my control. I came with a cry that seemed to echo across the entire pocket dimension, my body convulsing as pleasure crashed through me in waves that felt endless.
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
ALICE
