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The pressure builds rapidly, my body barreling toward release. Dash seems to sense how close I am and increases his efforts, pumping his fingers faster as he sucks harder on my throbbing nub. I’m practically sobbing with pleasure now, my hips rocking shamelessly against his face.
“That’s it, baby, let go for me. Come on my tongue,” Dash coaxes between licks, his voice a low rumble that I feel all the way to my core.
His words are my undoing. With a strangled cry, I shatter, and my orgasm crashes over me in intense, pulsing waves. Dash works me through it, gentling his touch but not letting up until I collapse back onto the mattress, spent and trembling.
Slowly, he kisses his way up my body, pausing to lave attention on my breasts again before claiming my mouth. I can taste myself on his lips and tongue, and it only reignites my desire.
“I need you inside me, Dash. Please,” I beg against his lips, wrapping my legs around his hips to urge him closer.
“Fuck, Aria,” he rumbles. I can see it—the haze taking over his eyes. Dash is in there, but he’s driven by instinct and instinct alone right now.
As am I.
The only thing I am right now is a hedonist with one thing and one thing only on my mind—Dash and the knot he is keeping from me.
No. Wait. No knot. Secret.
What secret?
It doesn’t matter.
Dash claims my mouth in a searing kiss. He looks into my eyes, and for a moment, I feel like I can see straight into his soul.
With one swift thrust, he’s inside me. I cry out, the feeling of him filling me completely overwhelming. He starts to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm that sets every nerve in my body on fire.
He starts to move, slowly at first, letting me adjust to his size. Each drag of his hard length inside me sends sparks of pleasure racing through my veins. I cling to his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I urge him to go faster.
I feel myself growing wetter with every stroke, my body desperate to take him deeper. Dash seems to sense it, because he starts to move quicker. I hear the slap of our skin as we meet, the sound sending a thrill through my body.
As he thrusts into me, I feel myself clenching around him, desperate to keep him inside me forever. It’s as if every nerve ending in my body is connected directly to his cock, every movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
Slick soaks the sheets, the musky scent of our arousal thick in the air. Our pheromones mingle, creating an intoxicating cocktail that makes my head spin. I can taste the salt of his skin on my tongue, feel the heat radiating off his body. Every sensation is heightened, overwhelming in its intensity.
Dash growls, snapping his hips forward in a relentless rhythm that has the headboard slamming against the wall. The obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the room, mingling with our moans and heavy breathing.
I’m getting closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with need. Dash senses it too, and he leans down to whisper in my ear. “I want you to come for me, Aria. I want to feel you squeeze my cock while you come apart.”
His words send me over the edge, and I cry out as my orgasm washes over me. My muscles clench around him, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.
“Yes!” I yell, too far gone to care how wanton I sound. In this moment, it’s the truth. I am his, utterly and completely.
One of his hands snakes between our sweat slicked bodies as he begins to toy with my clit, his fingers easily gliding over the small nub.
The added stimulation is almost too much, the pleasure bordering on pain. I cry out, my body tensing as I teeter on the razor’s edge of another climax.
“That’s it, beautiful, come for me again. Let me feel you,” Dash rasps out, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. “Milk my cock. Yeah, just like that.”
I look at him, and his eyes catch mine. His lips are pouty and swollen, and his pupils are blown. He looks every bit the alpha I always dreamed of. When I look away, he leans over me, wrapping his hand around to grip my throat as he rasps, “Keep your eyes on mine. Don’t turn away.”
That… That might just very well be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
“We’re so close, and I’m not stopping.” He releases my neck to grip my hips, and I know I will wear fingerprint bruises tomorrow. “Eyes on mine.”
With a few more flicks of his fingers, I fly, shattering into a million pieces as ecstasy consumes me. My walls clamp down on him like a vise, rippling and pulsing. Dash lets out a guttural roar, burying himself to the hilt as his own orgasm overtakes him.
I feel him swell inside me, stretching me even further, and a distant part of my mind registers what’s happening. He’s knotting me, tying us together in the most primal way possible.
For a moment, reality tries to intrude—flashes of potential consequences, the weight of my secret, the complexity this adds to our relationship. But then Dash shifts inside me, and coherent thought scatters like leaves in the wind. I arch into him, chasing the pleasure that drowns out everything else. It feels too good, too right, to have him locked inside me.
