Page 53 of Glitter Rose
“Knox.” I thread my fingers through his short hair, holding him against me. “This is crazy.”
“Too fast?”
“Not fast enough.” I dig my nails into his scalp. “I’m done with slow.”
He switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention while his hands slide down my stomach to the waistband of my leggings. One quick tug and they’re halfway down my thighs, his palm cupping my pussy through the damp cotton of my underwear.
“You’re soaking,” he murmurs against my skin. “Will you take my cock here, princess?”
In answer, I fumble with his belt, desperate to feel all of him. He helps me, shucking his pants and boxers. His cock springs free, hard and proud against his stomach, and my heart goes crazy at the sight.
This is really happening.
After a year of isolation, after thinking I’d die alone in this glass prison—I’m about to have sex with this impossible man.
“Do you have condoms?” I drop down on the blankets.
Knox nods, reaching for his discarded pants and retrieving a foil packet from the wallet. “Are you sure? After everything?—”
“If you stop now, I will actually murder you with my katana.”
He chuckles. “That’d be a hell of a way to go. But?—”
“Can we talk about my homicidal brother later?” I reach for him, wanting his weight on top of me. “Right now, I want to feel something good.”
“You deserve good things.”
“Then give me one.”
He kisses me again, deeper this time, while his fingers drift beneath the elastic of my underwear. I lift my hips, helping him draw them down my legs until I’m completely naked beneath him, exposed and vulnerable and not giving a single fuck because his fingers are tracing through my folds, circling my clit with maddening precision.
“Please,” I breathe against his mouth. “Knox, I need you to fuck me.”
“Say that again.”
“Fuck me.” The words feel powerful on my tongue, like I’m claiming something that’s always been mine. “Now.”
He tears open the condom packet with his teeth, rolling it onto his length before positioning himself between my thighs. Can he be any more sexy? The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and I brace myself, knowing this will hurt but wanting it anyway.
He eases forward, stretching me in a way that burns despite how wet I am. Then he meets resistance—a barrier he wasn’t expecting—and his eyes widen.
“Paris, are you?—”
“Don’t stop.” I throw my arms around his neck. “Please don’t stop now.”
His forehead drops to mine, muscles trembling with the effort of holding back. “You should have told me.”
“Would it have mattered?” I shift my hips, trying to take more of him despite the pain.
“Yes, it fucking matters. I would have—” He shakes his head. “This isn’t how your first time should be.”
“I get to decide that.” I cup his face, forcing him to look at me. “And I want this. Want you.”
His eyes lock with mine, both of us suspended in this impossible moment. “It’s going to hurt.”
“I don’t care. Make me yours.”
Something savage flashes in his eyes. With one hard thrust, he breaks through the barrier. Sharp, immediate pain rips through me, wringing a strangled cry from my throat.
