Worse than the others

He licked the mark he gave me on my neck. “I might knot in you again, but it won't be as painful as the first.” He kissed my neck before I felt him move above me.

“Fuck!”

I cried out when the pleasure, I was familiar with, took over.

It felt like the pain I got when he knotted in me, was just a bad dream I conjured in my mind.

I locked my eyes with him as he made slow, gentle love to me. He wasn't fast, he didn't drive into me with the mad frenzy of the others.

Though he was slow to the point of pissing me off, I can't deny the flip his gaze caused in my stomach.

He was thorough, sliding his shaft in and out of my hole with his eyes locked with mine, and his hands gently holding my waist.

I matched his slow pace, meeting him halfway as I tried not to hurry him.

This was my first time having slow lovemaking, and I loved it.

“Tell me, if it hurts, Palt.” He gritted his teeth, and that was when I felt him knot for the second time.