Romans & histoires The Love Knot His Excellency's First Love

When the knot finally popped inside—thick, unyielding, locking us together—I shattered again, vision whiting out as hot ropes of his cum flooded me, pulse after pulse painting my insides until I felt bloated, claimed, *ruined* in the best way. We stayed locked like that, panting, his chest pressed to my back as he nuzzled my claiming marks. “Mine,” he whispered, voice soft now, reverent. “No matter what Adrian says. No matter what videos circulate or whispers follow you. You’re my star student, my mate, my everything. And I’ll knot you like this every day if that’s what it takes to remind you.” I smiled through the aftershocks, the bond humming with sated bliss and unbreakable love. “Yours,”

My poor mother died without ever knowing the truth. "Baby," he said, "I really did mean to take revenge on you. But slowly, I fell in love with you. I love your face. I'm addicted to your body. Even though I was trying to make you suffer—do you have any idea how much I was suffering too? "I thought you were my half-sister, so I buried my feelings. You don't know how happy I was when I saw you had a rare Rh-negative blood type. "Baby, I've let go of the hate now. I fell for you a long time ago.

Just as I had imagined, Laurent's lips were perfect for kissing. That was my first kiss—a clumsy, desperate ambush in a pitch-black room. Somehow, I managed to pin him down, overriding all his attempts to resist. I had no idea where I found that kind of strength, especially since Laurent was always the stronger one after we got married. I breached his defenses, fumbling and inexperienced, pressing closer until I had to cling to his shoulders just to stay upright. By the time I finally pushed him away, I was exhausted and burning up.

The combination takes me apart in about six strokes, coming into his fist with his teeth sunk into my neck and his knot swelling inside me, bigger than it’s ever been, and it feels like it's never coming down. Like he's finally found a way to stay inside me forever. Then he goes still. Not the fighting-it stillness. Real. His whole weight comes down on my back. I have to brace, but I can take it. His face is in my hair. His breathing has gone deep and even for the first time in four days. "Noah." My name. But it's not the rut saying it. I turn my head as far as our position and the knot lets me and his eyes are gold.

"It doesn't mean I don't love you, though. You are my bad bitch after all. Now, what's the good news?" Ky flashes her signature big grin and shows me her left hand when we have to stop at a red light. On her ring finger is a massive pink diamond ring. Normally, new jewelry wouldn't be a surprise for someone like her to have, but this one is special. "Owen proposed to you?" Ky's grin only grew bigger and I can't help, but squeal. "That's so amazing! Congratulations! I'm so happy for you!" I would have hugged her if the light hadn't turn red.

"Go on. Before it gets dark." The drive back to the estate felt longer than usual, the kind of quiet that gave a person too much room to think. I kept turning over the look on her face when I'd said his name.....Cassian's brother. Rosa had repeated, like the words themselves didn't fit together properly in her mouth, she'd known Kael....she'd loved him, in the careful, protective way she loved anyone I brought into her house. And now she knew exactly how impossible the whole thing had become, and she hadn't told me to stop.

I have pica. I have had a compulsion to eat hair for as long as I can remember. Whenever I feel strands of hair tugging inside my stomach, I feel strangely calm. I look at my thin wrists and the sharp outline of my ribs, and I feel proud. Sometimes Mom cries and asks why I became like this. Seeing her hurt because of me fills me with satisfaction. Dad runs himself ragged trying to get me appointments with specialists, his hair turning completely gray from the strain. And somehow, that makes me feel happy too. My therapist asks whether there is some knot inside me I can't untie. I shake my head and say that my parents have always favored and spoiled me. How could there be a knot? It

"Yea...I know. Its ok...I'm ready." For the next 5 minutes he hammered into her circling his hips to stretch her a bit more so when he swelled she'd be capable of withstanding the large knot that would form near the head of his cock, locking them together indefinitely. He wanted her to orgasm right when he knotted, that way it would be more pleasurable for her. This would be the first time he'd ever been able to knot inside a female. Any other woman he'd been with he had always worn a condom and pulled out before he knotted. This was something special between mates only, something he and his brother had saved jist for their destined one.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and nibbled at his lips and tongue with her teeth. That's all I have to say, he muttered in her ear "I've got to get out of here. You have my utmost admiration and devotion." His last kiss on her cheek drew her attention, and he bolted out of the room. The sound of the front door opening and closing, as well as the boom of his Jeep's engine as it came to life, enchanted Sienna. She was depressed right away. In what universe could one person have this kind of influence on another?

He coaxed. After those words escaped his mouth she made her move. Eretia ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him down for a kiss. It was obvious he was not expecting and it took him a second to adjust. Knox Martins put his hand on her back, tracing her spine and he kissed her eagerly. "Eretia.. I love.. you so much." Knox said in between frantic kisses. He never wanted it to end but she broke the kiss. "I love you too. This is all new to me..but I can give it a try." It was her first time of loving someone and those words felt strange on her lips.