Eve
The knot battered against me relentlessly, swelling bigger with every savage thrust, catching at my rim and tugging until I was sobbing into the pillow. My scalp burned from the tight pull of his fist in my hair, and my back arched so deep it ached, but the pain only sharpened everything—the stretch, the heat, the raw, animal need consuming me.
Sage’s hips slammed forward again and again, driving his c**k so deep I felt him in my throat. His free hand dug into my hip, fingers bruising, holding me exactly where he wanted me as he f****d me like he was trying to brand himself inside me forever.
“f**k, Eve,” he snarled, breath hot against my neck. “This cunt is sucking me in, milking me like it never wants me to leave. You’re gonna take this knot again, aren’t you? Gonna let me lock yo
