Chapter Six #5
I moan and roll my hips, grinding his cock against my walls, feeling every ridge and vein drag against the sensitive flesh inside me.
I move with him when he starts to thrust, meeting each stroke, lifting my hips to pull him deeper, chasing the sensation building at the base of my spine.
His cock drags over my prostate on the way out and I gasp, my hole clenching, and then he drives back in and the head pushes against the entrance to my womb and I whimper against his ear.
“Yes—there, deeper, almost—please—”
Hyunwoo adjusts his angle, tilts his hips, and drives in hard.
The head of his cock breaches my cervix and pushes into my womb, and I keen high and desperately as I come instantly, my cock spurting between our pressed-together bodies, painting both our stomachs in hot streaks.
My hole clenches around his length, pulling him deeper, and Hyunwoo groans against my neck and starts to fuck my womb in earnest. Deep, forceful thrusts that push past the cervix each time, filling me so completely I can feel him in my stomach, the head of his cock pressing against the back wall of my womb with every stroke.
His mouth drags down from my neck to my chest. His tongue finds my nipple and I gasp sharply—my chest has never been this sensitive before, the bud swollen and tender from the hormones flooding my system—and he takes it between his teeth, biting gently, laving at it with his tongue as he sucks.
The dual sensation of his mouth on my nipple and his cock in my womb builds me toward another peak so fast it makes my head spin, pleasure stacking on pleasure until I can’t tell where one wave ends and the next begins.
His cock catches my prostate on a downstroke and my hole clamps down hard, my back bowing off the mattress as a dry orgasm tears through me—no cum left to give but my body convulsing anyway, every muscle locking and releasing in waves that make me shake apart beneath him.
“Your knot,” I pant against his ear, my fingers digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave bruises. “I need your knot, give it to me, please—”
The words fall out without filter. Pure omega instinct speaking through my mouth, using my voice, saying things I would never say if I had any control over myself right now.
Hyunwoo’s rhythm goes savage in response, his hips slamming into me with a force that shoves me up the mattress with each thrust, and his mouth drags back up to my throat.
I feel his teeth graze the thin skin over my bond gland—right there, right over the spot where a claiming bite would go—and somewhere deep in the fog of my heat-addled brain an alarm bell rings, faint and distant.
But Hyunwoo catches himself. I feel the effort it costs him in the way his whole body shudders, a snarl vibrating through his chest as he wrenches his mouth away from my neck with visible strain.
He buries his face against the safe territory of my collarbone instead, his forehead pressing hard into my skin, and growls as his cock swells at the base.
The knot expands inside me. Slow and relentless, the tissue at the base of his cock inflating, stretching my hole wider and wider around it until I’m stuffed impossibly full, my rim pulled taut around the widest point, the pressure enormous and perfect and exactly what my body has been screaming for.
It locks us together with a finality that makes something deep inside me settle, some frantic animal part of me going quiet for the first time in hours.
“Yes,” I breathe, and come again around his knot.
This one impacts differently. It rolls through me in a long, slow wave instead of a sharp crest, starting deep in my womb where his cock is sealed inside me and spreading outward through my hips and belly and chest until my whole body is shaking with it, my vision going white, my fingers numb where they’re gripping his shoulders.
My womb clenches around him in desperate pulses, and I feel him come—the hot flood of it filling me in thick spurts, so much of it, pouring into my womb and pooling there with nowhere to go because the knot is holding everything in.
I come back to myself in pieces. Breathing first—harsh, heaving gasps that gradually slow as the worst of the pleasure ebbs.
Then sensation—Hyunwoo’s weight above me, carefully distributed so he’s not crushing me, his arms braced on either side of my head, trembling with exertion.
His forehead is still pressed against my collarbone, his breath hot and damp on my skin.
Our bodies are stuck together with sweat and cum and slick, the sheets beneath us destroyed beyond any hope of salvage.
My eyes flutter. Exhaustion pulls at me like a current, dragging me down, and I start to sink into it—my muscles going slack, my grip on Hyunwoo’s shoulders loosening, my eyelids dropping.
Hyunwoo’s hand grips my chin. Hard. He tilts my face up, forcing me to look at him, the grin on his face is wicked and sharp, his dark eyes gleaming with something feral beneath the sweat and the flush and the glossy black hair falling across his forehead.
Whatever careful control he usually maintains has been stripped back with hunger, and it’s aimed directly at me.
“Don’t even think about falling asleep,” he says.
His voice is low, making my spent cock twitch feebly against my stomach.
“You started this, Yuggie.” His thumb drags across my lower lip, pressing into the swollen flesh.
His grin widens. “So now we’re going to ride it out together.
And from what I can tell, you’ve still got a lot of heat left in you.
” He rolls his hips—a small, grinding motion that presses the knot against my prostate and his cock deeper into my womb—and I whimper, my hole clenching around him involuntarily. “This is going to be a long night.”
My body is already responding to the promise in his voice, the heat building again beneath my skin, my hole tightening around the knot still locking us together. Hyunwoo grinds his hips again, slow and deep, and I close my eyes and let the fire take me back under.