Page 41 of Unravel Me

Well, fascinating.

Everyone says a knot only ties between people who share a real emotional connection. So what the hell is this?

We barely know each other, and yet it’s… no, I can’t think. It’s stealing my breath.

I lean back, or rather melt back.

The fae shifts sideways so I tip onto the bed instead of onto the floor.

I’m a little stunned, but in a good way. The pressure inside is already calming the heat wave quite thoroughly. I lie there panting, knotted solid.

I lock eyes with him. His gaze is fixed on me now, intense, keen.

Then it drifts slowly to my pendant and back to my eyes, like he’s trying to tell me something without words. But what?

Well, I have something else to say.

"Fuck me with your knot…"

The words leave me on a breathless rush, and he immediately starts moving.

Slow, deep thrusts that grind against my prostate with every push. Fuck, it’s intense. Sounds tear out of me, moans, cries.

…thrust, thrust…

Oh yes, just like that, yes, yes!

I come once, then again, then again, and it hits me what this is, why it’s so overwhelming. These are breeding orgasms… deep and powerful, stirring ecstasy in me as he strokes me from the inside, shaking me apart.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" I’m mumbling like I’m delirious.

That thick part of his cock is massaging me firmly from within, giving me pure heaven.

"So good, so good," I whimper, and I come again, exploding with such a massive spurt that my balls feel completely drained.

I’m still shaking in ecstasy; this is finally proper heat-fucking, duh!

And then…

I just float away.

My body, spent from the pleasure, gives in.

Gentle darkness embraces me.

When I wake again, it's already dusk, so another day has passed. I'm lying on my side, a green arm wrapped around my waist.

Well… what perfect timing.

This madness called heat can keep going.

Almost instinctively, I press my hips back against his groin, silently demanding more. I'm barely awake, still hazy with sleep, yet my body craves its release, and he doesn't refuse. He gives it to me again… and again… and again. I come over and over with helpless moans before drifting right back to sleep, and the same thing happens another three times before morning.

Thankfully, everything slows down a little by then. My body finally gives me a chance to breathe.

I get to sleep a bit longer.

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