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Goddess, she wasbig.Girthier than anyone I had let into my body. Each thrust left me so full, sofamished.I laved her shoulder with my tongue, tasting sweat and salt, my teeth aching to leave a mark there.
Mine.
No one else’s. Mine, mine, mine.
“Knot me, Olly,” I breathed, her name ending on a breathy whine. “I want to feel you. Fill me up.”
Olly’s hips picked up speed, grinding forward with each forward thrust. I felt the thick ring of muscle stop short of my pussy, trying to press in and failing. The sting was prominent, insistent, foreign, and…Glorious.
The promise of pleasure was so close, but a hesitant voice reared its head, filling it with whispers laden with uncertainty and vulnerability. I had never let anyone else enter me with their knot—never had the desire to be filled so tight. Not until now. Not until Olly.
The pressure was delicious yet terrifying as she pressed in deeper with each flick of her hips. Her eyes held mine in an unspoken vow, forming a sacred space where our desires converged. I grappled with conflicting emotions, torn between the allure of the unknown and the vulnerability of surrender.
I thought I would strain to accommodate her, or she would ram her way into my body. Neither came to fruition.
Instead, she slicked a hand over her tongue, bringing the wetness down to my twitching cock.
The pinnacle crested with blinding intensity. My chest constricted as gold exploded behind my eyelids. My body opened in welcome, letting her slip inside. The knot sealed tight, and I felt the uneven gusts of her breath as she emptied inside me.
So much. Too much.
It was impossible to breathe, to think.
All I could feel was Olly. Everywhere. Around me, inside me. My whole world narrowed to her and only her.
And still, it wasn’t enough.
I should be ashamed by how greedily I clenched down on her, wanting to keep her inside. I relished the guttural whine that tore from her throat.
Now that she was a part of me, I refused to let go. I wanted more than mutual pleasure. Goddess damn it all, I wanted to feel her heart beat in tandem with mine for the rest of our days.
I eyed her mating gland—the swollen patch of skin looked red and needy, in need of a thorough marking. In a fraction of a second, I could lean forward and sink my teeth into her neck. She wouldn’t be fast enough to stop me.
And when it was done, neither of us could reverse it.
The selfish thought took root, unshakeable and impulsive. My jaw ached as I fought the urge.
“Goddess, you feel so good inside.”
Olly’s whispered words of praise turned my attention. I watched her quiver and shake, undone by the tight grip of my pussy.
I pulled her even closer with arms around her waist, our bellies slick against each other, as we fought to regain our breath.
The brocade sheets below us were hopelessly drenched, but I found I didn’t care. Neither did Olly. She placed a kiss to the mating gland on the dip of my neck, lingering just long enough for me to yearn for something else. Somethingmore.Something I could never have.
As the knot lodged tight, keeping us together, Olly didn’t question what this meant, and I was much too conflicted to say anything aloud. Instead, I watched as her copper lashes drifted low, her breathing slowly evening out.
I didn’t let go. I couldn’t.
With the complications of the world outside, perhaps this would be the last time I held her in my arms.
*
The gentle rise and fall of Olympia’s breath stirred me from sleep. The world was awash in sunlight, and the room around us lay in serene solitude.
Her head rested on my shoulder, each breath a soothing whisper against my skin. It was a delicate, intimate connection—the shared vulnerability of sleep. I couldn’t recall indulging in such an intimacy for many, many years. Not since the teenage tumbles with Zavery.
The soft rhythm of Olympia’s breathing was a symphony of comfort, a reminder that I was not alone in this moment of peace. I marveled at the trust she had in me, to allow herself to be so vulnerable in her slumber, her breath a tender caress.
