Page 71 of Knot My Band: Part One
His movements are deliberate and teasing. He keeps building up to a frenzy before pulling back, drawing out the pleasure until I’m on the edge of madness.
“Please, don’t stop,” I plead, my hips rising to meet his mouth, seeking more of the exquisite pleasure he elicits frommy core. The world outside this nest of pillows and blankets fades away, leaving only the sound of my heartbeat pounding in time with the flick, swirl, and suck of his mouth.
Chase’s hands grip my thighs, holding me to him.
“Never, Oli,” he murmurs against my sensitized skin, his voice husky with raw desire.
He doubles his efforts, and I’m soaring, the sensation spiraling inside me until I’m screaming his name in pleasure.
The air is thick with the sound of our breaths, panting and heavy. Chase’s hands find my waist, his fingers digging in just enough to anchor me in this whirlwind of sensation. I’m floating, every nerve ending alive with the fire he’s lit inside me.
“Come here,” I whisper, tugging him gently towards me. His body complies eagerly as if drawn by an unseen force. I take him in my hand, feeling the heat and strength of him before flipping us over so I’m on top.
I lower my lips to his skin, but he stops me.
“Oli, I don’t need-”
“Shh, Chase, I want to taste you. Don’t deny me.”
He stopped me last time, but I won’t let it happen again. Chase wants to focus on me, but I need this.
My alpha gulps before nodding.
I wrap my lips around his tip, licking lightly.
His taste is intoxicating. Caramel is one of my favorite flavors and now I get to have him on tap. I explore him with my tongue, savoring every reaction—a hitched breath, a soft groan—as I take him deeper. He’s salty and sweet, a combination that’s uniquely Chase, and I can’t help but want more.
“Little rose, you’re too good at this,” he breathes out, hisvoice strained with desire. But his hands are gentle, cradling the back of my head, encouraging without pushing. He lets me lead, lets me set the rhythm.
I look up at him through my lashes. Our eyes meet again, and the connection between us sparks. “Use me.”
Chase hesitates a moment before he pushes up into my mouth and down my throat. I lose myself in the feel of him sliding against my tongue.
“God, yes… just like that,” he groans, and it’s music to my ears.
Chase’s grip tightens, and with a gentle yet firm pull, he eases me away from my diligent task. I let go with a pop, a string of saliva connecting me to him for a fleeting second before it snaps.
I whine at being denied the full taste of him.
His breathing is ragged, eyes hooded with lust as he flips our positions, now hovering over me. “I want to be inside you, omega. Would you want that?”
I whine, my heart hammering in my chest, and my body alight with anticipation. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I assure him, reaching up to trace the line of his jaw with my fingertips. His stubble grazes my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
With a reverence that belies his hunger, Chase aligns himself with me. The moment he thrusts inside, a gasp escapes my lips, not just from the stretch but from the depth of emotion that accompanies it. It’s more than physical; it’s a joining of souls.
“Chase…” I whisper, my voice breaking with the intensity of the sensation. He starts to move, his rhythm steady and loving as he rocks into me.
Each thrust sends ripples of pleasure cascading through me.
The way he looks at me, green eyes burning into mine, tells me this is different. His usual playful smirk is replaced by a look of sheer awe, as though he can’t believe I’m here under him.
“God, you feel amazing,” he groans, each word punctuated by another push into my warmth, each movement stoking the fire within me. My hands find their way to his back, nails digging into muscle and skin, urging him deeper, claiming him as much as he claims me.
I wrap my legs around his waist to bring him closer, to make the connection even tighter. Our bodies fit together like missing pieces, finally slotting into place.
The nest cradles us, and every blanket and pillow is strategically placed to support our union. The softness beneath contrasts with the fervent urgency of our movements.
Heat coils tight in my belly as Chase adjusts his angle, hitting spots deep inside that have me seeing stars.
