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But there’s a deeper feeling inside me of wanting him more, of wanting him to stretch me and fill me completely. So I move up, pulling him in deeper, and he watches my face for any sign of hesitation.
“Kayla, if this is too much—” Dane starts, but I cut him off.
“It’s okay,” I insist, my voice thick with arousal. “Please, don’t stop.”
He nods, the tension in his jaw easing as he begins to move. His hips retreat, then press forward again, and each stroke stokes the fire burning through me. One hand finds my clit, and his fingers work me with the same rhythm, sending me spiraling toward something monumental.
“Shit, Kayla,” he groans, his voice strained. “You’re so wet, so tight... you feel fucking incredible.”
I can’t form words, just sounds—pleasure-soaked affirmations that urge him on.
“I’m going to cum in you, fill you, knot you!” His words come out rough, edged with the raw dominance that makes my insides quiver.
A moan rips from my lips before I can answer, “Yes.” The word is breathless, filled with the dizzying need I have for him to claim me completely.
His movements become more deliberate, aligning with my desperate rocking. He pumps in and out of me, slow at first, then gradually building up speed.
Each thrust sent a jolt of heat through me, a delicious ache that climbed higher with every ragged breath.
My whimpers turned into wordless pleas. And then it happens—my climax crashes over me in waves, shaking me to the core. My vision blurs, stars dance before my eyes, and my body clenches around him, trying to draw him even deeper.
Dane’s response is immediate; his control shatters. “Fuck, Kayla, I’m gonna—” His growl cuts off as he orgasms with a force that rocks us both.
With a searing rush that steals the air from my lungs, he fills me completely. The pressure builds as his knot swells. The thick swelling at the base of his erection creates an intense pressure inside me, stretching me, locking us in place. It’s both arousing yet strange…slightly overwhelming. Each subtle movement sends a jolt through my body, making me super aware of this intimacy. But there’s also a blossoming warmth, a possessive fullness that spreads deep within me, sending shivers of ecstasy down my spine.
I’m anchored to him. And instead of feeling terrified, I feel safe. The world fades away, leaving only the rhythm of our breaths and the slow, thickening pressure of his knot filling every space inside me.
His mouth finds mine for a searing kiss.
He holds me tightly against him, his heart pounding against my chest. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs between kisses, and I believe him. In his arms, stripped bare in every sense, I feel beautiful—I am wanted—I am cherished.
Waves of contentment lull me towards sleep, his warmth enveloping me. With Dane knotted inside me, a deep sense of security washes over me. I sigh, my eyelids fluttering closed.“You make everything so perfect,” I murmur, my voice thick. “And I want to thank you or something, but that seems so inadequate for how you make me feel.”
He chuckles, rolling us onto our sides, and kisses my forehead. “Nah, you’ve got it wrong, sweetheart. Been imagining this for too long, but reality’s even better. Your taste, your scent -I can’t fucking get enough of you. Give me a minute to catch my breath, and I’ll show you what else I’ve been thinking about.”
Kinda want to take him up on his offer, but we can’t do anything until his knot comes down. Despite the strange sensation, there’s something oddly satisfying about being tied to him like this.
And with his arms around me, I feel safe, happier—more than I’ve been in a very long time.
CHAPTER 29
LIAM
The alarm shrills in my bedroom. I groan and roll over, slamming the snooze button. My body feels like lead, muscles aching from another shitty night’s sleep because I want to sink my cock into Kayla so bad I can’t see straight sometimes.
Fuck it. I haul myself out of bed, stumbling towards the kitchen. Normally Dane’s already up, coffee ready and breakfast sizzling. But the kitchen’s cold and empty, not even a fucking whiff of Folgers.
“Dane, you fucker,” I mutter cause I bet he spent the night with Kayla while I’ve been playing the wait until she’s ready and not scorecard. Heading to his room, I find the bed untouched. Sheets pulled tight enough to bounce a quarter off ‘em, just like the good little soldier he is.
Next, I check Kayla’s room. Ryker’s sprawled out, snoring like a goddamn chainsaw. No Kayla though. I smirk. This mansion’s got plenty of bedrooms and I search three of them with no sign of either Kayla or Dane.
Guest room closest to the kitchen hits the jackpot. I lean against the doorframe, taking in the scene. Kayla and Dane allcurled up together. She rolls over with a little mewling stretch, blinking at me with those drowsy blue eyes. A blush stains her cheeks pink. Shy little smile just for me. My cock twitches to attention.
And I gotta give Dane a hard time, especially now that I know I won’t wake Kayla up.
“Hey soldier, you forget the most important meal of the day?” I say, strutting over to the bed, and smack his ass. Dane just groans, trying to block out the world with a pillow.
“Fuck off Liam. Pour your own damn cereal. Even you can handle that.”
