The Love Knot His Excellency's First Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I’ve been fighting my own restraint for years. It took every ounce of my control not to devour you right there in the garden while the grass was still damp from your tears. I thought you were just grieving, that you weren't thinking straight. But then you ran away. I’ve been waiting for you to come back. And now that you’re here, I’m going to claim you. I’m going to mark you as mine." "Do you... do you love me?" I asked, the word feeling foreign and fragile. Knox let out a short, dark laugh. "A man like me isn't meant for love, Enid. I don't know the first thing about it. All I know is that I’ve been looking for a way to tame you. To put you on my leash." Before I could process the cruelty

I whispered. "I don't know. I've never— this has never happened before." "Never?" "The knot only happens with a true mate. With a completed bond." He pressed his forehead against mine and his breathing was ragged. "You're the only person I've ever knotted." I pulled his face down and kissed him slow and deep while his body was locked inside mine and the knot was pulsing gently with a rhythm that matched his heartbeat. Every pulse sent a wave of pressure through me that was right on the edge between pleasure and too much. My body clenched around the knot involuntarily and he groaned and his hips twitched and the movement sent a spike of sensation through both of us that made my back arch.

The knot at the base of his cock began to swell, catching on each withdrawal, promising to lock them together. Elian shattered first, his release spilling hot over his fingers and stomach, ass clenching rhythmically around Kael. The sensation pulled Kael over the edge; with a roar, he buried himself deep, knot inflating fully as he came, flooding Elian with pulse after pulse of cum. They clung to each other, trembling through the aftershocks, the bond thrumming with newfound strength. As the knot held them locked, Kael nuzzled into Elian's neck, licking over the mark. "Mine," he whispered, the word a vow etched in the quiet.

“It’s… just okay.” How was I supposed to explain that I had completely ruined things? “Sir, she’s back, she’s back!” Lewis rushed in excitedly. Even Mrs. Thompson dropped her cleaning cloth and ran out. So this was the charm of the first love! The front door slowly opened. A middle-aged, elegant woman appeared before us. She was indeed beautiful enough to be someone’s first love. However, her age didn’t quite match. “Mom, welcome home.” David stood up to greet her.

Not even Kara herself. A small smile crept to Adam Sleeve’s lips as he thought of how grown and even more beautiful his Katherine was. He could vividly remember the first time they made love. It was her first time and she was shy as fuck. She almost died of embarrassment the first time She held his cock and gave him a blow job. But what he saw earlier was a grown-up Kara who was spoiling herself with the pleasure that she deserved. Knowing there was no man in her life, She had to satisfy her need somehow.

She thought it is just one-night stand, why the hell did the doctor tell her that she is pregnant now?!

"Maybe she was in a bad mood.'' he muttered to himself. He decided not to bother himself with her again but deep down he knew he had fallen in love for the first time in his entire life and he would do anything to get her. When he got back to class, he saw her reading, she looked up and their eyes met. He quickly averted his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. He walked over to his seat, Charlie saw him coming and grinned. "What's up man, how did it go?" He asked. Blake forced a smile and said; "How did you think it went? You know I always get the girls, it was really easy, looks like she already liked me.'' he lied.

“I ... I, Abigail Laurentia Verz commit myself to you, Massimo Francesco Alonso, as my husband to learn and grow with, to explore and adventure with, to respect you in everything as an equal partner, in the knowledge of joy and pain, strength and weariness, direction and doubt, for all the risings and settings of the sun. We tie these knots to symbolize our connection to one another. They represent our trust in each other and our combined strength together." The parents of both the groom and the bride were greatly relieved. Abby almost cried, but that woman who had just officially become the wife of a man she had never known before had tried her best to hold it back. Shortly thereafter, the

“My men love you. Maybe not as much as your man. But they’ll do anything for you.” “I know.” At the end of the song, Knuckles took her away and danced with her. Tattooed hands with scars and cuts gently held her. He brought her left hand to his lips and kissed her finger with his mother’s ring on it. “I love you.” He whispered oblivious to all the eyes on them. “I love yeh, too.” She whispered back and then pulled him down to her for a kiss. “Not on the dance floor!” Repeat called out and everyone turned to see him scooping up his three-year-old nephew who was getting ready to pee.

Knox shot jets after jets of his release into her trembling insides, leaning down to take her mouth in his. "I love you so much, missus." "I love you more, mister." . . . ________________