Page 203 of Gathered Sparkle

I know he sees it, that raw, aching need. The craving for him to take me the wayhedoes. A way that leaves no doubt of who’s in control.

“I want you.” The words hang between us—a challenge and a plea.

Koen’s fingers brush along my cheek before he grips my chin, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. His lips are a whisper away from mine. “You want me to own you?”

Fucking hell.

“Yes.”

He captures my mouth, the kiss claiming, his teeth grazing my bottom lip. His other hand cradles the back of my head, anchoring me in place as the slow burn builds in my core again.

He bites my lip hard, then pulls back, murmuring against them. “Sleep.” My body relaxes into his arms, my eyes slipping shut. “You’re safe.” He lowers me back to the bed, his thumb stroking my jaw. “Feel how I own you, precious.”

Koen’s hands slide up my legs, gripping behind my knees as he lifts them to his chest. Then, he thrusts into me hard, stealing the air from my lungs.

But I can’t gasp, can’t moan.

“Look at you. Taking me so well.” His grip tightens around my legs, pulling me closer, harder. The pressure, the fullness, it’s dizzying. My mind floats, tethered only by the sensations flooding my body.

“Wake up.”

I suck in a sharp breath as I come back to awareness, my eyes snapping open. Koen’s gaze locks onto mine, molten heat and fierce control swirling together, his pace unrelenting as he fucks me hard.

A low, strangled sound comes from Ace.

“Color?” he rasps, sweat beading along his brow.

“Green,” I gasp, the word spilling out in a breathless moan.

A wicked smile curves his lips, and then his teeth sink into my ankle. The jolt of sharp sensations makes my core tighten.

“Sleep.”

The world dims again, but the pleasure stays. I’m weightless, adrift in sensation as Koen pulls out, and I’m being shifted, moved like a doll. My stomach meets the bed, my head turned to the side, my cheek against the sheets.

He’s behind me as his hand threads into my hair, pressing me into the mattress. “You’re so damn sexy.”

He thrusts into me again, the angle making everything tighter, sharper. Each of his movements pushes me into the mattress—the friction delicious—while his hand in my hair anchors me, pulling just enough to send sparks through my body.

“Damn, Koen. I didn’t realize we could play rough like this when she’s under. This opens a whole new world, Sparkle.”

A flicker of amusement brushes against my consciousness, but I’m too far gone to react.

“That’s it. Take everything I give you.” Koen’s grunts are rough, the sound vibrating through me as he praises me. “Every inch, every thrust. So damn good for me.”

The pull on my hair intensifies, and then his arm slides under me, pulling me upright. My back presses against his chest, my head lolling onto his shoulder.

His breath is hot against my ear. “Wake up.”

The word is a command and a release. I moan as awareness crashes back into my body, my hands flying to his arm around my chest, clutching his forearm desperately. But still, he doesn’t stop thrusting into me.

“Color?”

“G-green.”

“Good girl, precious,” he growls out, the words vibrating through my body. “You’re going to come for me one last time.”

A low groan is followed by a muffled “Fuck” from Sylus like he just lost the ability to think like I did.

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