Page 96 of Glass Rose
His rhythm falters for a single moment, something shifting in the atmosphere between us. Then he resumes, rocking me forward, my breasts dragging against the cold tile.
The water continues to pour over us, steam filling the small space, making it hard to breathe—or maybe that’s just the effect Gavin has on me, stealing the oxygen from my lungs with each devastating thrust.
His hand finds its place back around my throat, fingers seeking my pulse points, applying just enough pressure tomake my vision blur at the edges. “You feel so fucking good.”
His words shoot straight to my core, making me clench around him. He feels it, groans, and delves in deeper.
I’m close, so close, teetering on the edge of something explosive.
“Come for me.” His hand on my throat trails down, pinching my clit. “Now.”
My entire body convulses, inner walls clamping harder on his cock as I scream his name, the sound echoing off the tile walls, mingling with the hiss of the shower.
But Gavin doesn’t stop, if anything, he fucks me more brutally, drawing out my orgasm until my knees buckle and I’m only standing because his arm is locked around my waist.
“That’s it,” he growls against my ear. “Squeeze my cock just like that. Fucking perfect.”
The praise sends another jolt through me, extending my climax beyond what should be physically possible. Sparkles dance in my vision, the intensity almost too much to bear.
“Mine.” His teeth find the juncture where my neck meets my shoulder, sucking, marking, and claiming me. “All fucking mine.”
My orgasm finally begins to subside, leaving me trembling and my nerve endings raw and exposed. I try to withdraw, just slightly.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice is dark with promise. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“I can’t—too much?—”
“You can take it.” He pulls out and spins me around to face him, lifting me effortlessly against the tiles with his hands on my ass. “Or did you forget?Idecide when it’s enough.”
My insides clench around nothing. I’m a mess in his hands.
His lips hover over mine. “I thought I’d lost you.”
“Gavin…”
He impales me on his dick and crushes his mouth to mine, swallowing my gasp and whatever else I might have said. My back scrapes against the tile, the sting of it blending with the pleasure of being stretched around him.
“Eyes on me,” he commands when my lids flutter closed. “Want to see you take it.”
I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze—only a thin ring of darker blue visible.
He begins to move, deliberate and measured, a stark contrast to the frenzied pace from moments ago. “Feel that? Feel how perfectly you take me?”
“Yes.”
“You’re going to come for me again.” His chest rubs against my breasts. “Not looking away. Understood?”
I nod, because what else can I do when he so naturally commands my body and mind, having me on the verge of another orgasm. My breath comes in short gasps, my legs tightening around his waist.
“That’s it, baby,” he says. “Give it to me.”
“Gavin, I—” My entire body tenses, preparing for the fall.
His strokes grow harsher, deeper. “I’m right with you.”
He is. He always will be, and I knew he would find me.
“Please,” I beg. “Please let me come.”
