Page 78 of Knot By Design
“You smell…” I lower my mouth to her neck, breath brushing her skin, “insanely edible right now.”
“Dorian…” Her hands grip my arms, fingers sinking into my coat.
I lick a slow stripe along her neck, savoring the taste of her. A rush goes straight through my spine. I kiss the spot just under her ear, the same place she gasped for me last night, and my body goes hot all at once.
There are bruises here. Faint, purple, mine. Seeing them is enough to send everything inside me reeling.
She arches, head tipping back. Her breath catches.
I kiss her.
It’s a collision. Heat meeting heat, her mouth opening under mine like she’s been starving for this since the moment she woke up.
She fists my coat like she’s trying to pull me inside her body. Her scent rises sharp and sweet, roses and need tangling in the back of my throat.
She makes this sound—not a moan, not a gasp, something caught between the two—and it rips straight through me, knocking the air out of my lungs.
Everything in me pulls tight. My hands slide to her waist, dragging her closer, feeling her melt into me like she can’t help it.
Her pulse drums against my mouth as I kiss down her throat, tasting the warmth there, the heat vibrating under her skin. She tilts her hips into mine in a way that sends a punch of desire straight through my spine.
My breath falters; hers breaks entirely.
“Dorian…” she whispers, but it’s not a warning this time. It’s surrender wrapped in sound.
Her fingers drag into my hair. Her thighs press together. She’s trembling just enough that I feel every shiver travel through both of us.
She’s so close to tipping over that line she’s always fought me on, always denied, always lied to herself about.
And I can feel it.
Every tight, pulsing inch of it.
I kiss her deeper. Harder. Like I’m claiming every breath she takes.
Her knees buckle just slightly, and I catch her hips, guiding her back against the counter so she can hold herself upright. She clings to me, heat rolling off her in waves that make something low in my chest growl.
Her breath fans across my jaw, uneven and desperate.
“Dorian… please?—”
The word guts me.
I let my lips rest at the hollow just under her ear, tasting the warmth of her skin. Her body shivers, arching into me, and I feel the pull of everything I want to do, everything I can’t resist.
Her hair falls into my face, auburn strands brushing against my cheek, teasing me, making my pulse thrum faster.
“Part your legs for me, sweetheart.”
Her hands press against my chest, soft but insistent, as if she’s trying to ground herself, but her hips shift against me, betraying her desire.
The fabric of her dress rides up slightly, teasing the smooth curve of her thighs, the line of her panties peeking beneath. I can feel how tense she is, every muscle coiled, trembling against me, wanting, needing.
I drag my fingers along her waist again, above her thighs, memorizing the curve of her, the way her skin shivers under my touch. Her breath hitches, sharp and sudden, and it sparks fire straight through my veins.
I can’t stop myself from leaning in closer, pressing into her, wanting every inch of her against me. I let my lips travel lower, dragging a scorching line down her throat to the swell of her breasts.
My hands cup them hard, thumbs rolling over her pert nipples through the thin fabric, and she gasps, arching straight into me.
