Page 41 of Knot My Band: Part Two
The room spins as Dax lowers himself, his breath a teasing caress over the apex of my thighs. I’m already shivering with anticipation, the charged air between us crackling with each of his deliberate movements. His hazel eyes lock onto mine, holding a silent question that I answer with a tilt of my hips—an unspoken plea.
“Ready for me, angel?” he murmurs.
I can’t help but grin, a spark igniting in my core. “I need you, Dax.”
Dax doesn’t need another word; his tongue finds me, and the world narrows down to the sensation of him tasting me, exploring me with the reverence of a man worshiping at an altar. My fingers tangle into his hair, pulling him closer.
Dax plays me expertly, his tongue swirling and flicking with a rhythm that has my back arching off the soft bedding of my nest.
The world narrows down to the sensation of his mouth on me, the sound of my breathy moans, and the steady beat of my heart screaming his name.
He laps at me, slow and languorous like he’s savoring every drop of my desire. The soft flicks of his tongue grow more insistent, pressing into me with a persistence that has my legs trembling. Each stroke sends jolts of pleasure radiating through me, building me higher, tighter, until I’m teetering on the edge of something cataclysmic.
“Your mouth feels so good.” The words are a breathy sigh, torn from my lips as I arch my back, offering myself to the intensity of his mouth. He’s relentless, his tongue tracing figureeights that leave me dizzy. I am spellbound by the meticulous attention he pays to every gasp and quiver of my body.
And then he finds that sweet spot, the one that makes stars burst behind my eyelids, and I’m falling, spiraling into the abyss of ecstasy. It hits me like a tidal wave, washing over me in relentless surges as he coaxes me through the storm with the steady rhythm of his tongue.
“Right there, don’t stop, don’t you dare-” My voice breaks as the pleasure crests, and I’m coming undone beneath him, waves of release crashing over me in a deluge of sensation that leaves me breathless, boneless, beautifully wrecked.
But Dax isn’t done with me yet. The aftershocks are still humming through my veins when Dax’s lips press against my sensitized flesh again, sending a jolt of desire straight to my core.
His fingers slip inside, stretching me, filling me alongside the relentless pursuit of his mouth. My hands find purchase in his dark hair, tugging him closer, silently begging for more. He obliges, his movements intensifying, fingers curling to stroke a spot inside that has a second climax building rapidly.
“I’m addicted to you now. If you thought you could get rid of me after this, you were dead wrong,” Dax rasps between licks.
The combination of his mouth and the steady push and pull of his fingers sends me higher again.
“Beautiful… perfect…” Dax’s words are worship, praise that stokes the fire burning within me. His tongue and fingers work in tandem, pushing me higher until I’m teetering on the precipice once more.
“More…Dax, please,” I pant, not caring about the breathlessness in my voice or the desperate way my hips chase his touch.
“Anything for you,” he murmurs, the adoration dripping from his tone
His fingers curl within me in a rhythm that has my toes curling and my back arching. He worships me with every lick and caress, and I can’t help but bask in the reverence of his obsession.
“Beautiful Oli, so responsive, so perfect,” he praises, and the warmth in his voice adds another layer to the pleasure coiling deep in my belly.
The intensity builds, a pressure begging for release, and I’m clinging to him.
“Mine. My Oli,” he growls, and that possessive declaration is all it takes for me to shatter again, stars bursting behind my eyelids as I cry out his name.
The room spins, the world fades, and all that exists is the relentless pressure of Dax’s mouth against me. His fingers are unyielding, driving into me with a fervor that matches the pounding rhythm of my heart. “You’re incredible,” he pants between kisses, his breath hot against my fevered skin. “So damn incredible, Oli.”
My nerves sing, my body tenses, every fiber pulling taut like guitar strings before they snap. Heat coils tighter, spiraling out of control within me as he lavishes praise on my shaking form. “Dax,” I breathe, voice breaking on his name.
“Come for me again, angel,” he urges, his voice gruff with desire. His eyes are locked onto mine, and his hazel irises are blazing with a passion that mirrors the inferno inside me.
I’m helpless to resist, and with a cry, I come undone. The pleasure is all-consuming. It leaves me gasping, my body trembling in the aftershocks of release.
Exhausted and sated, I collapse back against my nest of pillows
Dax sits back on his heels, watching me with an intense gaze, holding a note of something softer—admiration, maybe, or even deeper. His lips glisten, and his chest heaves.
With a shaky breath, I lean forward and capture his mouth in a kiss, tasting myself on him—a mingling of flavors that are uniquely us. His arms encircle me, pulling me flush against his chest, and I can feel his heart pounding in tandem with mine.
He pulls me tight against him and lays on the pillows. I want to protest and take care of him, but his arms are locked tight around me.
“Can I sleep in here with you tonight?” he asks.
