I want her so fucking much.
Ineedher.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
She bites her lip, nodding, her hips rocking against my hand. “Yes—fuck, yes. The pill. And I got the suppressants from Miss Thea for heat. I’m safe.” Her words dissolve into a moan as I push two fingers inside her again. She’s so wet, so ready, but I want her drenched.
“Good,” I whisper, kissing her neck. “Because I want to feel all of you. No barriers.” I crook my fingers, rubbing that spot inside her, and she clenches, nails digging into my arms.
We’re reminiscing now, the words tumbling out between gasps. “Remember your first heat? In this very cabin? You were burning up, couldn’t think straight. I stayed with you, held you through it.”
Her eyes flutter shut, but she nods, moaning as I add a third finger, stretching her gently. “You rubbed my clit for hours. Made me so messy—coming over and over until I couldn’t anymore. You were so gentle, even when I was begging.”
I smile against her skin, my thumb circling her clit in tight, firm strokes. “I couldn’t leave you like that. You were my best friend. Still are. I’d do anything for you.”
She’s soaking my hand now, and I can’t wait any longer.
Norah’s hand slides down my body, fumbling with my belt. The leather is worn, the buckle heavy, and she gets it open with trembling fingers.
She shoves my jeans down, along with my boxers, and my cock springs free, the base already swelling with the promise of my knot. She wraps her hand around me, stroking once, twice, but then she pushes me onto my back, her eyes dark with intent.
“Let me,” she says, and before I can protest, she’s leaning down, her mouth closing around the head of my cock. Warm, wet suction—fuck.
She takes me deeper, her tongue swirling along the underside, making me groan as I thread my fingers in her hair, guiding her gently. Her nails dig into my thigh as she bobs her head, saliva dripping down my shaft. It’s messy, perfect.
“Norah—shit, just like that.” She hums around me, the vibration shooting pleasure up my spine, and I’m leaking pre-cum onto her tongue.
She pulls off with a pop, stroking me with her hand, spreading the wetness. “You’re so big,” she murmurs, eyes locked on mine. “But I want it. All of it.”
I flip us again, settling between her legs. She’s dripping, thighs slick, and I play her body like an instrument—fingers on her clit, mouth on her nipple, whispering praises until she’s writhing.
“You’re so wet for me, sweetheart. Ready?”
“Yes, please, Dorian.”
I guide my cock to her entrance, rubbing the head through her folds, coating myself in her arousal. “You can take it,” I tell her, voice low and steady. “You always have.”
Slowly, I push in inch by inch, her pussy stretching around me. She gasps, nails raking my back, but she pulls me closer, urging me deeper.
When I’m fully seated, balls deep, I pause, letting her adjust. She’s clenching around me, fluttering, and it takes everything not to thrust.
“Feels so good,” she breathes, rocking her hips. “Like coming home.”
I start moving in slow, deep strokes that make her moan with each one. The fire pops beside us, the room filled with the sounds of our bodies.
We talk through it, words weaving with gasps.
“That first time,” I say, angling my hips to hit that spot inside her, “you were so scared. But you trusted me. Let me rub you until you screamed. You let me take care of you.”
She laughs breathlessly, then moans as I thrust harder. “You were my rock. My best friend. I’m so glad it was you, Dorian. No one else could’ve?—”
Her words cut off in a cry as I pick up the pace, pounding into her now, the base of my cock swelling. My knot begins to form, thickening with each thrust, and I feel her tighten in response.
“Gonna knot you,” I warn, voice strained. “Fill you up.”
“Yes—do it.” She drags her nails down my spine, hard enough to draw blood, and the pain pushes me over. I rock forward, theknot catching at her entrance, then popping inside with a wet sound. She screams in pleasure, and her pussy clamps down like a vise.
I can’t pull out, so I rock against her, grinding my hips, the pressure on her clit making her wild. “Come again,” I demand, one hand between us, rubbing her swollen nub. “Clench around my knot, milk me.”
