She can tell.
Her moans change in pitch.
She likes that.
“Knot,” I growl, breaking the kiss and resting my forehead against hers.
Our breaths mingle. Her breath is my breath. Her pleasure is my pleasure. Her want is my want.
“Please,” she whimpers, grinding down on me as much as she can, pinned between me and the wall.
That single word is all I need.
With a roar, I thrust up into her, pulling her down onto my knot as she clamps around my cock.
I can feel every ripple, every pulse of her around me.
I’m nearly blinded by the intensity of sensation.
I have to brace one of my arms against the wall to keep myself steady.
I don’t know how long we stand like that, panting, catching our breaths.
“What—what are we supposed to do now?” Mirabelle asks, letting out a little huff of laughter.
I blink, gathering my thoughts.
She’s right.
We’re stuck like this until my knot goes down.
And with our size difference, there’s no way I can just set her down.
“Bath,” I murmur, brushing my lips against her forehead.
“Okay,” she says, smiling up at me.
I continue to grip her ass, holding her steady as I go to fill the tub.
When the water is ready, I do my best to carefully set us both inside without jostling her too much.
She lets out a deep, contented sigh as we settle into the water.
“Looks like we both fit!” She murmurs.
“Yes.”
“That was amazing, don’t you think?”
Her smile is so bright, so genuine. It makes any shadows of doubt disappear. They can’t exist in the presence of her light.
“You... liked it?”
“Liked it? I loved it! Now answer the question,” she says, her bottom lip poking out a little bit. “What did you think.”
“It was... everything.” I bury my face in the crook of her neck, needing to hide my face.
I have to fight the instinct to sink my teeth into her flesh, right next to the bondmark Griffin made.
