Page 47 of Knot So Sweet
I toss the shirt aside. It lands somewhere on the floor and I don't care. Can't focus on anything except how she looks. How she smells. How her chest rises and falls with quick breaths.
Her scent overwhelms now. Vanilla and honey and pure omega arousal so strong it spins my head. Alpha instincts take over completely. Everything narrows down to her and how she's looking at me like I'm everything she's ever wanted.
My hands move to her waist again. Sliding up slowly, feeling warm skin under my palms. She's so soft. So warm. So responsive to touch. How she shivers when my thumbs brush just under her ribs. How her breath catches when I move higher.
I take my time. Let my palms map inches of exposed skin. The dip of her waist. The soft curve of her sides. Up slowly, savoring how her breathing speeds up with anticipation. How her scent spikes as my hands move higher.
When I finally cup her breasts, she gasps. Her head falls back, exposing the long line of her throat. I watch her face as I explore, thumbs brushing over sensitive peaks, learning what pressure steals gasps and what draws moans.
She arches into my touch, pushing herself more fully into my hands. Her own hands grip my shoulders, nails digging in just enough to draw a growl. Just enough to tell me she requires more.
I give her more. Roll her nipples between my fingers, not quite gentle, watching her expression shift. Her lips part on a sharp inhale. Her eyes flutter closed and her scent blooms so thick I'm drowning in it.
"Xaden," she breathes. Desperate. "Please."
I lean in and kiss her again. Deep and thorough. My hands continue their exploration, touching, teasing, learning spots that steal gasps or draw moans or dig her nails into my skin.
She's so responsive. So ideal. Sounds and movements tell me exactly what she requires. What she craves. What drives her wild.
I break the kiss to trail my lips down her jaw. Her throat. Taking my time. Savoring reactions. She tilts her head back automatically, giving me access. Offering her throat in pure omega submission that has an alpha purr resonating deep in my chest.
The sound rumbles through me. Through her. She produces another of those soft noises, her fingers sliding into my hair and gripping tight.
I kiss along her collarbone. Down lower. My hands working, teasing her body. When I take her nipple into my mouth, shecries out. Her back arches, pushing herself closer. Her hands fist in my hair, holding me there.
I take my time. Lavish attention with my tongue, my lips, my teeth. Learn what draws writhing. What produces hair-pulling. What steals my name from her lips.
Her scent intoxicates. Pure omega longing mixing with pleasure, saturating the air until I'm drunk on it. Until breathing fills me with her.
I switch to the other side. Give it the same thorough attention. Her hips move now, seeking friction, seeking relief. Small rocking motions that brush her leggings against my jeans. The friction draws groans from us both.
"Xaden." My name is half gasp, half plea. Desperate. Needy. "Please. I need..."
"Tell me what you want." I kiss back up to her mouth. My hands slide down to her hips, fingers hooking in the waistband of her leggings.
"You." Her voice sounds wrecked. Breathless. "All of you."
I hook my fingers more firmly in her leggings and slowly pull them down. Inch by inch. Revealing smooth thighs, then knees, then calves. She lifts herself slightly to help, and I slide the fabric all the way off. Toss it aside with the rest of our clothes.
She's bare before me now. And the sight of her steals coherent thought from my brain.
Her skin is flushed pink, arousal written in lines of her body. Her thighs are pressed together, and I can see the evidence of her longing glistening there. Slick coating the inside of her thighs, catching the overhead lights. Her scent has grown so thick it's almost visible, waves of vanilla and honey and omega arousal filling corners of the kitchen.
"Spread your legs for me," I murmur. My voice is barely human now. All alpha command and craving.
She does. Slowly. Her thighs part, revealing herself to me completely. The sight waters my mouth. Throbs my cock almost painfully against my jeans.
I step between her spread thighs. My hands slide up the inside of them, feeling smooth skin and quivering muscle. She trembles under my touch, small shivers running through her whole body.
"So beautiful," I murmur. "So ideal."
My thumbs brush higher. Closer to where she requires me most. She's soaked, slick coating her inner thighs. The scent of her arousal overwhelms this close. Pure omega longing that roars my alpha instincts.
When I finally touch her where she requires it most, she cries out. Her head falls back. Her hands grip the edge of the counter so hard her knuckles go white.
She's soaking wet. Slick and hot and ideal. I explore slowly, learning her. Finding the bundle of nerves that steals gasps. The entrance that clenches around nothing, seeking fullness.
"Xaden," she moans. "Please. Please don't tease."
