A THOUSAND GOOD-BYES
His hand slipped between us, thumb circling my clit until I was shaking.
“Come on my cock while I knot you,” he growled against my lips.
The bond exploded. I shattered with his name torn from my throat, walls fluttering and clenching around the thick base of his knot. He followed seconds later, flooding me with hot pulses, the bond singing so loud I felt it in my teeth and between my thighs.
When we finally came down, he stayed buried, forehead pressed to mine, breathing us both in.
“I love you,” he whispered. “Not just the bond. Not the ring. You. The woman who walked out on a cage and found me waiting.”