Page 41 of Glitter Rose
I try to turn in his arms, to face him, to see his expression in the darkness, but his hand on my hip keeps me in place, back to his front, my ass against his hardness.
“You sure you’re ready for that?” His fingertips caress the bare skin where my sleep shirt has ridden up.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Then stop fucking moving.” His lips caress the sensitive spot on my neck, while his hand travels higher, splaying across my ribs beneath my shirt like he’s claiming territory. “And let me touch you.”
I hold my breath, suspended between fear and desire as his fingers graze the underside of my breast.
“No bra.” He cups my breast, thumb ghosting over my nipple. “Were you hoping I’d come to you tonight, princess?”
My only answer is a broken moan, silently begging for more, while my hips shift back against his erection.
“You trying to tell me something?” His hand squeezes my breast. “You want me to concentrate down there instead? I can give you both.”
His other hand glides between the mattress and my waist, anchoring my body to his while his hand moves to the elastic waistband of my leggings. This is better than any dream. His fingers dip lower, past the thin cotton of my underwear, until they reach the slick heat between my legs.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groans, his middle finger sliding easily through my folds. “Is this all for me?”
I nod. I’m beyond words, beyond shame, beyond anything.
“Say it.” He pinches my nipple with his other hand. “Tell me who made you this wet.”
“You,” I gasp. “Just you.”
He rewards me with an open-mouthed kiss to my neck,surely leaving a mark as his finger continues its torturous circles, occasionally dipping lower before returning to that bundle of nerves that sends sparks through my limbs.
“Knox.” I roll my hips against his hand. “I?—”
Before I can finish, his finger delves inside me. The sudden intrusion makes me jerk, a strangled sound escaping my throat, but he’s unfazed, adding a second finger almost immediately.
“So fucking tight,” he growls, sinking his fingers deeper. “How I’d love to fill this pussy up with my cock right now. Feel you sucking me in like the greedy little princess you are.”
His words send a jolt through me that’s almost as electrifying as his touch. I’m caught between wanting to settle back against his cock and forward into his fingers, my body greedy for every sensation he offers.
“Please,” I whimper.
He curls his fingers, finding a spot that makes lightning skitter up my spine. My entire body tenses, head thrown back against his shoulder, as he works that spot relentlessly.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, lips against my ear. “I could do this all night.”
He grinds his palm on my clit, and the dual sensation sends me spiraling toward an edge I’ve never approached before. Not like this. Not with someone else. Not with Knox’s voice in my ear.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers.
My moans grow louder, more desperate, as pressure builds low in my belly, coiling tighter with each second. My thighs begin to tremble as I chase something just out of reach.
“You close?” Knox asks.
I nod.
“Then beg for it.” He slows down, a torture I can’t bear. “Beg me to let you come, princess.”
“No. Please,” I gasp immediately. “Please, don’t stop. I need… you.”
“Good girl.” His fingers resume their perfect pace, not too fast, not too slow. “Now show me.”
The tension builds, overwhelming, terrifying in its intensity. My body tightens around his fingers, and then loosens for one second before my hips buck, everything seizing up again. It’s too much. Too intense. I try to escape the onslaught of sensation, but Knox’s arm locks around me like iron.
