He followed moments later, burying himself deep, pulsing inside me. I felt every throb of him, felt my belly swell slightly with each pulse — even here, even without the knot, he filled me up completely. No knot this time — just him, claiming me in a new way.
He stayed inside me for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, neither wanting to break the connection. Then he pulled out slowly, carefully, and I felt the slick rush of him spilling out of me.
"f**k," he breathed, watching. "There's so much..."
I could feel it — warm and wet, dripping down between my legs, soaking into the sheets beneath us. I should probably care about the mess. I didn't.
"Stay there," he said, and I heard him move to the bathroom. He came back with a warm, wet cloth and cleaned me up gently, reverently, pre
