Knotted (Trails of Sin 1)

I lower to my knees and roam my hands. Her body is my shrine, my place of worship, and I pay homage to every curve and crevice, kissing and licking, stroking and kneading.

She begs for my cock until I give it to her. Then she begs for release until she comes undone in my arms.

But I’m not finished with her, and her awareness of my plans flickers in her green-grass eyes.

“I’ll go slow.” I untie her arms and position her on her knees with her gorgeous ass in the air.

“That’s what you always say.” She laughs nervously.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” No hesitation.

The fall of night robs us of the sunset colors and darkens the fields to obsidian. Bent over before me, she’s no more than a flowing black outline, sighing languidly and dripping with arousal.

I’ve played with her asshole often over the past month, getting her used to the sensations. She’s relaxed, and that means whatever’s going on in her head isn’t causing her to tense up.

Her knees grace the ground, her body swaying like a delicate flower in grass, and I take her as such. Lubricating and pushing against her ring of muscle with care.

Her flashbacks surface, but she fights them. I work her through it with starts and stops, running a hand up and down her spine and marking the changes in her breathing. It takes a while, but I have all the time in the world.

Eventually, she calms enough to accept me, and goddamn, she’s tight, squeezing and releasing around me. Nothing has ever felt this good. The impulse to pound into her grips my body, but I lock it down, keeping my thrusts slow and gentle.

“This is nothing like I remember.” She arches her back, relaxing further into my thrusts.

“Jesus, I hope not.” I dig my fingers into her hips.

She glances over her shoulder, eyes steady on mine and lips parted. “You can go faster.”

A blazing flame crackles and scorches the air between us. I tangle my fingers in her hair and pull, using my grip to bring her back to my chest and her head against my shoulder.

Then I fuck her, dragging my cock along the walls of her dark tunnel, grunting, and fingering her wet pussy. I suck hard on her neck and scrape teeth against tender skin. Her moans feed my hunger. Her breasts fill my hands, and she holds on, reaching back to clutch my ass.

This is us, wild and incendiary, dancing in the open air like a campfire. Galloping through the pasture against the wind. Soaring over the ridge with falcon wings and marveling at the glory of our life together.

I watch her profile as she comes, holding back my own release so I can savor hers—the silent scream, arched neck, and full-body tremors. She’s so much more than a gorgeous woman. She’s love and fight, laughter and tears, challenge and ecstasy.

She’s the best parts of my past come to life. Like a phantom dream.

Except I know this is real.

Because I’m more in love with the woman in my arms than my memories of her.