Page 80 of Knot My Band: Part One
“Fuck, Aiden,” I purr, my own hands gripping his firm bottom, urging him on. “You feel incredible!”
Our eyes lock, and we both know we’re teetering on theedge together. With one final, earth-shattering thrust, Aiden growls out his release, emptying himself deep inside me as I come undone beneath him. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, cascading through every fiber of my being.
He didn’t knot me, but we can work up to that. This is only his first time.
Aiden nuzzles into my neck, scent marking me and taking a deep inhale of my perfume.
He rocks up into me again.
“You’re still hard for me,” I say.
A slow grin creeps across Aiden’s lips; I know he’s up for round two. “How could I not be?”
I roll him over, so now I’m on top.
Round two begins with me sinking down onto him and setting the tempo by rocking my hips back and forth while Aiden’s eyes roll back in pleasure.
He moans while gripping my hips tightly.
I playfully bite his bottom lip; our eyes lock in an intimate gaze filled with desire. “Who’s in control now?” I tease as Aiden responds with a low growl before flipping us over again and pinning me to the mattress.
“I’m still an alpha, sunshine,” he growls before driving into me with renewed vigor. “You shouldn’t forget that.”
Soon enough, the room is filled with moans and grunts as we lose ourselves in each other once more.
As Aiden’s climax draws near, he growls out passionately: “I’ll never let you go. You’re mine.”
With one final thrust, we both reach our peak together, shuddering in unison as our scents mingle.
Exhausted yet content, Aiden collapses on top of my chest, heaving: “I love you, Oli Hart.”
“I love you too, Aiden Adams,” I murmur softly, running fingers through his hair.
I brush a damp strand of hair from Aiden’s forehead, my heart still beating fast.
“Wow,” he murmurs, the word barely a sound, yet it fills the room with its magnitude. I can’t help but grin, my lips finding his in a tender, languid kiss that tastes like triumph and something sweeter.
“Did I do okay?” Aiden’s voice is shy, a contrast to the confident alpha who just unraveled me layer by layer. I press my nose to his, our foreheads touching as I share his air, his space.
“More than okay,” I whisper back, trailing kisses along his jawline. “You were amazing.” My voice is husky, dripping with truth and the raw edge of emotion that’s still bubbling within me.
We’re a tangle of limbs, skin sticking slightly, but it’s a sweet kind of closeness that speaks of shared secrets and unspoken promises.
“Next time, we can try knotting,” I say with a smile.
He moans softly. “I can’t wait.”
We lie there, side by side, my head on his shoulder while his fingers lazily draw patterns along my back.
“Oli,” he says, breaking the comfortable silence. “This… with you… it’s everything.”
I tilt my head up, catching the sincerity painted across his features. “It’s just the beginning,” I promise him, planting a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“Thank you… for being so patient. For making this feel right.” He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I was nervous, but you… you made it perfect.”
I press my lips against his chest, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat against my mouth. “Aiden, there’s no need to thank me. Being with you, here, now, it’s exactly where I want to be.” My fingers dance across the planes of his chest, mapping out the contours of his muscles, memorizing the feel of him.
“Still, I’m grateful,” he insists, lifting a hand to cradle my face, his thumb caressing my cheek. “You’re incredible, Olive Hart.”
