"There," she sobs. "Right there—please?—"
I don't stop. I work her steadily, fingers pumping, tongue circling, until she's gasping and shaking.
"Come for me," I murmur against her. "Let me feel it."
She breaks apart, crying out my name, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers. I work her through it, gentling as she comes down.
When I kiss my way back up her body, she pulls me down for a desperate kiss.
"Need you," she gasps. "Need you inside me."
I stand long enough to strip off my pants, my cock springing free, already hard and leaking. My knot is already starting to swell at the base.
I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick heat. "Ready for me?"
"So ready."
I slide inside slowly, and we both groan. She's so tight, even after I just worked her open. Her pussy stretches around my cock, gripping me perfectly.
"Fuck," I breathe when I'm fully seated. "You feel amazing. So perfect."
"So full." Her legs wrap around my waist. "You're so deep."
"Good." I pull out slowly, then push back in. The couch creaks beneath us. "Want you to feel all of me."
I start moving—deep, steady thrusts. Not rough, but possessive. Claiming. The wet sounds of my cock sliding into her fill the living room.
"That's it, baby," I murmur. "You're taking me so well."
"More," she gasps. "Need more."
I give her what she needs, my pace increasing. My knot swells larger with each thrust, catching at her entrance.
"Feel that?" I ask, my voice rough. "My knot's getting bigger. Soon I'm going to lock inside you. Fill you up. Make you mine."
"Want that," she sobs. "Want your knot. Want your bond. Want you."
"Touch yourself for me," I say, one hand gripping her hip. "Want to feel you come on my cock when I bite you."
Her hand slides between us, finding her clit. Within seconds she's gasping, trembling.
"That's it. You're close. I can feel it." My rhythm stutters as my knot swells impossibly larger. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel it."
"Grayson—I'm?—"
"Do it. Come now."
She shatters, screaming, her pussy clamping down on my cock.
The sensation triggers everything. My knot swells rapidly, popping inside and locking us together as I start to come. She gasps—pleasure and pain mixing—and pulls my face to her throat.
"Please," she sobs. "Need your bite. Bond me. I love you?—"
My teeth sink into her throat, right between Seth and River's marks.
The bond explodes into existence.
It's overwhelming. Her emotions crash into me—love and trust and hope and dreams. Everything she is, flooding into me at once.
