Page 63 of Envy

“I’m sorry I judged you,” he murmurs. “But I don’t regret shaving your pretty pussy.”

A strangled gasp escapes me as I press my hand over his, pushing harder against the pressure of his thumb.

“Fuck, Rose,” he grits, the muscle in his jaw contracting.

Heat pulses between my legs, an unbearable ache. My body betrays me, hips rolling in a slow grind against his hand. He watches me come apart for him.

His fingers find the band of my leggings and tug. He slides them over my hips, down my thighs, stripping me bare, tossing them behind him. His eyes flick to my panties—silk, thin lace, already wet.

His nostrils flare, dark hunger twisting across his face. “I can smell you,” he breathes, voice thick.

“Then let me feel you.”

His lips part slightly, eyes flicking up to my sweater. His fingers find the hem, and I let him pull it over my head. My bra follows.

He moves slow, calculated. Holding himself back. I know he wants to tear my panties away, to claim me completely—but I make him wait. Because this moment isn’t just sex.

It’s ours.

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, Rose,” he murmurs, stripping the last barrier between us. His cock stands proud, thick and heavy, silver barbells piercing from tip to shaft. He strokes himself, watching me watch him.

He’s beautiful.

“But you…will never be one of them,” he says.

His words shatter me. Because I know what it feels like to be a mistake. I’ve spent my whole life feeling like one.

But as he kneels between my thighs, inhaling me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted—I believe him.

“Fuck,” he whispers, voice wrecked. “You smell so good.” His head dips, the flat of his tongue dragging over the lace, over the heat of me.

Pleasure explodes through my body like a wrecking ball. My nipples tighten, aching. My legs tremble as my breath stutters out in a desperate moan.

“Garret…” I gasp. “Please… more.”

He smirks wickedly, straight black hair falling over his brow, his pitch-dark eyes, the white part visible glinting up at me like the devil himself. Then, he flicks his tongue. A strangled sound rips from my throat. He doesn’t stop.

He grips my hips, holding me in place as I writhe beneath him. My hands fist the sheets, my body arching into him aspleasure tightens in my core. I want him to rip the lace but I break.

My climax crashes through me, a scream tearing from my lips as my vision blurs. My body convulses, tremors rolling down my legs as wet heat floods me.

Garret groans. He rips my panties off. Clamps his mouth over me.Drinks me in.

I’m still gasping when he rises, fisting his cock, pressing the tip against my slick entrance. My heart stutters at the delicious pressure, my body aching for more.

Our eyes lock.

I don’t look away. I don’t blink.

He pushes inside me. A strangled cry escapes me, my thighs trembling. One of his hands flattens against the mattress by my head; the other grips my leg, holding it over his hip.

He moves. Slow. Deep. Hard. Raw.

His gaze never leaves mine. Consuming.

His jaw clenches. “I didn’t use a condom,” he rasps.

I know. I can feel everything.

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