“I’ve been conquered. I have no say,” I teased breathlessly.
He laughed—and fucked me hard.
I cried out as he took me from behind. His hands slid up to my waist, and he hauled me up off the bed, so the back of my neck was in front of his mouth.
He buried one of his hands in my hair, yanking the mass of it up off my neck so he could bite me.
His teeth sank deep into the place where my throat met my shoulder, like they had that first day in the office.
The climax burst through me like fireworks across a dark sky. I came harder than ever, crying out with the intensity of the pleasure that engulfedeverything.
He dragged his tongue roughly over the wound while I rode out the intense waves of pleasure. His fist tugged my hair higher and left me with a kiss over the small cut before he bit me again, on the other side.
It was just as intense as the first.
I shattered, every piece of me breaking and reforming under the hands of the man I loved.
Maverick snarled as he lost control with me, pumping into me harder and faster while he licked the wound he’d given me, marking me as his the same way I’d marked him as mine.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed, as his entire cock started to swell. The base grew larger and thicker than the rest, locking us together the way he’d mentioned to me before. “Oh, fuck, Mav. You didn’t warn me that it would—fuck!” The pleasure that hit me was irrational and all-consuming andeverything.
I screamed as I came again, the climax so intense it was electric.
The word he’d used before came to mind.
Knot.
His hands moved hungrily over my body, his mouth on my shoulder, my throat, my ear.
“Good, right?” His voice was low and gravelly.
“Insane.” My hips were arching and rocking, because the pleasure didn’t fade with my climax.
It kept going.
And going.
And going.
“You take me so well, Bloom. Can you feel that bond forming? The path to your mind is so fucking smooth. It’s almost there. Almost done.”
“I don’t know what I feel. How long does this last?”
“Your body decides. Probably not long, this time.” He sucked and nipped my throat, his cock throbbing again as a savage groan ripped through him.
I cried out as I came again.
And again.
I was consumed.
All that existed for me was Maverick. His hands. His chest, pressed against my back.
His cock.
God, his cock.
Apparently, I liked knots. It was fucking unreal.
