I take my time easing her down, giving her gentle kisses over her pussy and the inside of her thighs. I inhale her rich, ripe scent, and I groan as my cock throbs, aching to be inside her.
I’m so hard it's painful. With one hand wrapped tight around the base of my cock, I slide up her body, brace my right hand beside her head, and peer into her flushed face.
She’s breathing hard. Not quite panting, but close. Her eyes are closed, her lips rosy and pink. She’s so damn beautiful it actually hurts to look at her, to know she’s mine. To know that I could ever hurt her, and I might still lose her.
“Juniper?” My voice is barely comprehensible. It’s rough, thick with lust, but she hears me over the pounding of her heart.
Her eyelids flutter open, satisfied brown eyes meeting mine.
She holds my gaze for so long that I tense, ready for her to tell me to leave.
“Don’t knot me,” she says quietly. “Not now. Not…”
Maybe not ever.
I hear, and I understand. Knotting is an intimacy I don’t deserve.
“Then I won’t,” I tell her calmly. “Not until it’s what you want.”
Her legs spread under me. She wraps them around my hips, ankles locked behind my thighs. The blunt head of my cock slides through her wet folds, and I choke back a groan at how close I came to burying myself in her slick heat. Her pussy was tight around my tongue. She’s going to feel so damn snug rippling around my cock.
“I need you inside me,” she whispers, eyes pleading. “I need you to chase away the hole in my soul.”
One inch inside her, and I’m clenching my jaw as sweat breaks out on my forehead. Two inches deep, and I'm shaking. I’m in a bare-knuckle fight with myself not to slam myself home. She feels… fuckingperfect. Wet heat. Tight. Her pussy still ripples with faint aftershocks from climaxing around my tongue.
I press my face against the side of her throat, trembling. Slowly, oh so slowly, I roll my hips and force myself in another quarter of an inch.
She’s whimpering under me. Nails in my skin, head tipped back. My name on her lips.
This is heaven and hell. I deserve one, but definitely not the other.
She rocks against me. “More, Callum. Give me more.”
My hips punch forward. Her wail freezes me dead.
But she’s wiggling, rocking under me, trying to get me moving again. “Don’t stop,” she begs. “You can’t stop now. Knot me. Please.”
I lift my head and stare down into her face. With my cock buried to the hilt inside her and her pussy tight as a fist, I struggle to remember how to use my brain. “Juniper…”
“Please,” she begs. “Give it to me.Please.”
And goddamn, I give it to her. I stop holding back. Stop using my brain.
I drive into her, pull out and thrust into her again. With each meaty slap, I work myself in deeper. Sweat drips from my brow and onto her flushed skin. Her wails and moans are reaching fever pitch. She tightens around me, climaxing with a half-strangled moan.
“Fuck!” My back bows, and my knot, the muscle at the base of my cock swells, locking us together.
She whimpers as my cock jerks inside her, filling her up and extending both our pleasure. Nails drag up and down my back. More moans spill from her lips as she falls again.
I slump over her, careful not to crush her, body spent, my soul full.
With a stupid grin on my face, I roll us onto our sides so I don’t accidentally crush her. For the next ten to fifteen minutes, neither of us are going anywhere until my knot releases her.
She shivers slightly.
“Cold?” I start looking for a sheet to cover her when she yawns as she crawls over me, tucks her sweet face against the hollow of my throat, and relaxes against me.
For two blissful seconds, I don’t move. I have my mate in my arms, warm and safe and tucked up against my heart.
