Chapter 33

“You’re so godsdamn tight, so fucking wet for me, aren’t you, Baby? Take more of me, Livia .” It was a pleading command.

Nails digging into his back, she urged him on. A few more thrusts and his knot was at her entrance, her thighs cradling his body against hers.

A shudder that started at the base of his spine made him shake until he had to tip his head toward his shoulders just to release some tension that stole through him.

The need to shove himself home, to knot himself inside of her, was so damn strong, but she wasn’t ready to attempt that feat… yet.

He’d never been fully buried in anyone before—not that he wanted to think of meaningless conquests when he was finally with the only woman who mattered. His sweetheart meant everything to him, which was why he suddenly wanted to share this experience with her when he hadn’t cared to try in the past.

Knotting was an intimate act between mates, but it would be so much more with his Fated.

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