"Why aren't you knotting?" I gasped between thrusts, my voice barely coherent as pleasure continued to build.
"Because," he said, his voice rough with strain, "I want to take you in every way possible before I tie us together. I want you to remember this—all of this—when you're locked around me."
The promise in his words made me shudder with anticipation. This was Nicolaus's version of worship—methodical, thorough, devastating in its intensity. He was mapping every inch of my body, every response, storing it all away with the same precision he brought to everything else.
"How many more…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence as I cried out, my voice louder than it has been this whole time.
"Until you're completely spent," Nicolaus answered, his voice dark with promise. "Until you can't take any more." His pace intensified, driving deeper with each thrust. "I want to feel you come apart for me again before I knot you."
My arms trembled, struggling to hold my weight as waves of sensation crashed over me. The forest around us seemed to pulse with the rhythm of our joining, the morning air thick with the scent of pine and our mingled arousal.
"I don't think I can—" I started, but he cut me off with a particularly deep thrust that had me crying out, my legs giving out under me.
Nicolaus caught me effortlessly, one arm wrapping around my waist to support me as he continued his relentless pace. "I've got you," he murmured, his voice a rough caress against my ear. "Just feel. Don't think."
His words washed over me as he carefully lowered us both to the forest floor, rolling so that I was straddling him, our bodies still joined. This new position sent him impossibly deeper, drawing a broken moan from my lips.
"Ride me," he commanded softly, his hands steady on my hips. "Show me how much you want this."
Despite my exhaustion, I found myself moving above him, drawing strength from the hunger in his eyes as he watched me. His hands roamed my body with reverent precision, tracing patterns across my skin that left fire in their wake.
"You're magnificent," he breathed, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts as I moved above him. "So beautiful when you let go completely."
I could feel myself approaching another peak, my body trembling with the effort of maintaining the rhythm he'd set. Nicolaus seemed to sense my approaching climax, his thumb finding that sensitive bundle of nerves and circling with practiced precision.
"One more," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Give me one more, and then I'll knot you properly."
The combination of his touch and the deep friction of our joining pushed me over the edge once more. I threw my head back, crying out his name as pleasure crashed through me in waves that seemed to go on forever.
This time, I felt it—the beginning of his knot as it started to form. With a quick movement I was on my back, my legs held wide over open and on each shoulder.
I gasped at the sensation, my hands reaching blindly for something to anchor me as pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity. My fingers found his forearms, gripping tightly as he continued his relentless pace.
I felt him move my legs off his shoulder, pushing them apart so they could be open as wide as they could as he thrust into me.
"Yes," I moaned, my body arching as he filled me completely in this new position. The stretch was exquisite, almost too much, yet somehow exactly what I needed. "Nicolaus, please..."
His eyes were molten as he looked down at me, his usually perfect composure completely shattered. Sweat gleamed on his chest, his muscles tensing with each powerful thrust. The forest around us seemed to fade away until there was nothing but him—his scent, his touch, his voice murmuring praise against my skin. I could feel his knot beginning to swell, catchingslightly with each thrust, the pressure building to something that bordered on painful yet intensely pleasurable.
"Almost there," Nicolaus murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Just a little more."
His movements slowed down, each thrust calculated to drive me higher while his knot continued to expand, not fully but close enough that it was being dragged in and out of me, catching against my entrance as I cried out, tears in my eyes.
“No! Please faster.” I cried out, desperate.
"Shh," Nicolaus murmured, his voice a mixture of command and tenderness as he stilled above me. "Trust me. The anticipation makes it better."
His hands found my face, thumbs brushing away the tears that had gathered at the corners of my eyes. The gentleness of the gesture was a stark contrast to the intensity of our joining, and it made my heart clench with emotion.
"I know what you need," he whispered, pressing soft kisses to my temples, my cheeks, my lips. "Let me take care of you."
When he began to move again, it was with deliberate slowness, each thrust designed to build the tension rather than release it. His knot dragged against my entrance with maddening precision, never quite locking but creating a friction that had me writhing beneath him.
"Nicolaus," I gasped, my hands clutching at his shoulders, his arms, anything to anchor myself against the tide of sensation threatening to overwhelm me. "Please, I need—"
"I know exactly what you need," he murmured, his voice a dark caress against my skin. "And I'll give it to you when you're ready."
His pace remained torturously slow, each deep thrust followed by an equally measured withdrawal that left me gasping. This was Nicolaus in his purest form—methodical, controlled even in his passion, bringing me to the edge with scientific precision.
