The Love Knot His Excellency's First Love Novels & Stories

“One more. One more, and I’ll let you rest.” “No,” she moaned. “I can’t—I’ll break—” “You already broke,” he whispered, licking tears from her cheek. “And you still came. Still opened for me. Still begged for my knot.” He kissed her lips, soft this time. Almost reverent. “My good little bitch in heat.” And then he started again. Slow, at first. A grind. A stretch. The knot moving just enough to make her body scream—but she was too far gone to stop it.

I felt him swell, thicken at the base, and something hot and firm pressing against my entrance, stretching me wider. A knot A flash of panic—then blinding pleasure drowned it. He came with a roar, thick spurts flooding me. The knot locked us tight. Every twitch of his cock sent fresh aftershocks ripping through me. I clenched again, smaller and sharper, milking him. He pressed his forehead to mine. Breath ragged. Sweat slick between us. “Shit,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to knot you. Not the first time.” I laughed shaky, and breathless. “Don’t apologize. That was…”

was now a physical, unchangeable fact. Inside the nest, we were frozen in time. The Knot held us together, our bodies fused in the most ancient of ways. Félix collapsed against me, his chest heaving, his face hidden in my hair. I wrapped my arms around him, my tears falling freely now—tears of relief, of joy, and of a love so powerful it felt like it could heal the world. "I’ve got you," he whispered, his voice thick with exhaustion and triumph. "I’ve got you, Emma. You're sealed. You're mine."

Something I'd never heard from him before. Rawness. He stood ten feet away, hands at his sides, no approach, no reach. Just a man stripped of everything—position, power, pretense. "I loved you," he said. "That part was real." I looked at him. The face I'd woken up next to for three years. The mouth that had said "I do." The hands that had held mine through my father's funeral. "I know." His face crumpled slightly. Hope? Relief?

Jacob slowly pulled the cigar in my ass and put it back again as soon as he heard me moaned. "Ohhhhh. Jacob. Ngaaaahhhh," I moaned. He giggled. "I haven't fuck you yet and yet you are moaning. Do you love me that much, Keatton?" He asked. "Of course. I want to rekindle how things went were before during our times, Jacob. You were my first love," I confessed. It's true that Jacob is my first love. Well, I guess first love never dies. As what they say. "I love you too, Keatton," he responded. "But what about your fiancé and boyfriend? What would you do with them? Would you choose me over them? Or would you choose one from them?" I became quiet.

I'm coming to join you. “Ify! No! Ify!...” He fell to his knees as he stared at Ify, the girl he had come to love, dangle from the ceiling fan; the chair she had been standing on overturned on the floor. He wept bitterly. Why couldn’t she wait? Why couldn’t she?Why did she behave like the others? Why did he have to watch her die? His vision was becoming hazy again, his head was too heavy to hold up anymore. His eyes rolled back to its socket, he collapsed on the floor.

she rolled her eyes and he chuckled. Rohan filled her hairline with Vermilion and tied the nuptial chain around her neck. The wedding took place now and everyone congratulated the couple and all the family members. "Congratulations" Rohan whispered in her ears and she blushed. "You too" Kriya whispered slowly only for him to hear and he smiled. "I so wanted to kiss you right now but..." He trailed off looking here and there as they were surrounded by so many people. Her eyes became wide and she looked at him in surprise. "What? Can't I kiss my bride?" He asked, pouting. "Stop behaving like a despo" she gritted her teeth while smiling at everyone.

"You're cutting the ties until there’s nothing left to hold you to the Earth." "I have Leo," I spat, the iron veil slamming back over my soul. "He is the only anchor I need." "And who anchors you when you forget how to love him?" Kael countered, his voice gaining a sudden, fierce clarity. He hobbled closer, stopping at the edge of the 1.5-meter radius. He didn't reach for my hand. He reached for the heavy tactical rucksack I had packed. He hauled it onto his good shoulder, the weight making his necrotic wound weep fresh, dark blood through the bandages.

Don't even know how he became angry because of a stupid game , Ronnel is even a better kisser than him on top of that . Me : It's not like l ordered them to fight sir Annoyed l rolled my eyes as l gave the Reverent Father a bored look . Fasten your seat belts darlings for this mark the beginning of my forbidden love story : Uthando Olungekho Emthethweni {illicit love} ...

The knot pulsed against my inner walls and every tiny shift sent lightning up my spine. “Mila.” His mouth was at my ear, his breath hot. “Feel that? That’s mine. You’re taking my knot like you were made for it.” I was and the bond sang with it, the primal satisfaction of being filled and held. My third orgasm didn’t so much build as detonate. I came around the knot, squeezing it, milking it, and Knox cursed viciously as he followed. He spilled inside me in thick, pulsing waves. I felt every jet, the heat of it, the way the knot trapped it all so nothing leaked.