Page 95 of Glass Rose
“Already so wet for me.” His voice is barely recognizable. “Is this what nearly dying does to you, baby? Makes you desperate to be fucked?”
I whimper as his fingers circle my clit, teasing but never applying the pressure I crave. “Please?—”
“I love it when you beg.” His teeth nip at my earlobe. “Give me some more.”
“Please, Gavin.”
“You scared the shit out of me yesterday.” He thrusts two fingers into me, catching me off guard, the stretch burning in the most delicious way, but he holds them still.
My forehead connects with the tile. “Wasn’t exactly a picnic for me either.”
“Don’t do that again.”
“What, save you?”
His fingers tangle in my wet hair, tugging my head to the side. “I don’t need saving.”
“Everyone needs saving sometimes. Even you.”
“Not at the expense of your life.”
“My choice.” It’s never been this hard to hold a conversation. Can’t he just?—
“Not anymore.” His teeth sink into my skin at the same time his fingers curl and his thumb puts pressure on my clit. “You’re mine now. That means you don’t throw yourself off bridges.”
I gasp. I have been his since the moment our eyes met through the observation glass.
“Don’t do it again.”
“I can’t promise?—”
“Please.” Just one word, but it cracks open something in him I’ve never seen before.
“Okay.”
“Good girl.” He adds a third finger, stretching me further. “You take my fingers so well. Gonna take my cock just as good, aren’t you?”
I nod frantically, beyond words now, as his fingersfind that spot that sends shockwaves through my body. My legs shake, threatening to give out beneath me.
“Don’t you dare come yet.” He withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty and aching. “Not until I’m inside you.”
I hear the crinkle of foil, and then the blunt head of his cock nudges against my entrance.
“Tell me you want this.” His hands grasp my hips. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I—”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours.” The words tumble out, raw and honest. “Now, please fuck me before I lose my mind.”
A dark chuckle rumbles through his chest. “You’re going to lose it either way.” He rams into me, burying himself all at once.
I cry out, my hands scrambling for purchase against the slick tile. He gives me no time to adjust, setting a punishing pace, his hips snapping against my ass. Each time, drives the air from my lungs, transforming it into moans that evolve in intensity.
“This what you wanted?” His hand comes down on my ass while holding me in place for his assault with the other. “Me, losing control? Using you how I please?
“Gavin.” I’m doing this to him, making this controlled, dangerous man come undone. “Don’t stop.”
