Page 100 of Guarded Knight

She obeys, hand reaching between her legs and I nearly lose it. I press my thumb to her rim, slow circles, then push just enough. She moans louder, clutching the sheets.

“Not yet, Lara. Tonight I want that tight cunt of yours…”

I line my cock up and push in, stretching her open, hard enough we both cry out.

I grip her hips, thrust again, deeper, harder. Spread her apart to watch her take me.

Fuck, I crave her. Need every inch, inside her pussy, her mouth… I grit my teeth to hold back, but only filth comes off my tongue. “You want me to fuck your ass next time?”

She pants, shameless. “I’ll take it any way you’ll give it.”

It should scare me how much she offers. Instead, it breaks me open. I don’t just want to use her; I want to worship her. To brand myself so deep she’ll never forget, never want anyone else.

She gives me everything. And all I want now is to be worthy of it.

I reach under her and roll her clit while I keep thrusting, hard and deep. She’s already shaking, already close.

“You gonna come for me, Firefly?”

“Yes.. I’m…”

Her voice breaks and she falls apart, her body clenching around me like a fucking vise.

I grind into her, grab her hair, tug at it beside myself with need. But I want to see her face again, that expression on her features when I fill her up.

I spin her back to the bed and enjoy her pert breasts bouncing, dancing for me as I thrust deep again, claiming her in long, punishing strokes.

I could lose myself like this. Not just in her body but in the idea that maybe I’m not too far gone. That maybe I’m not a wreck of a man pretending to be whole. That maybe if I bury myself deep enough, I’ll never have to let go…

Her fingernails rake down my back. Her eyes lock with mine.

I grip her chin. “No fuck buddies. No games. You’re mine now, Lara.”

“Yours,” she whispers.

And I swear, for a heartbeat, I feel rebuilt in her breath. She’s Midas, and I turn to gold in her hands, something of value. Something worth choosing.

I feel myself breaking, the heat surging. It isn’t just my body unraveling; it’s every wall I’ve built. Every barricade is crumbling under the truth that she’s the only one who’s ever reached me here.

I grab her wrists, grip them above her head, slam in once, twice, then come hard, with a guttural sound I barely recognize as my own.

We lie tangled, breathless. And God help me, something else besides carnal satisfaction comes over me. I feel, for the first time in my life, complete.

“I’m not done,” I rasp. “Not even close.”

Her smile is wicked and wrecked. “I’ll never be done with you.”

I press a kiss to her damp temple, forcing my body to slow, to remember she needs care as much as I need more.

I go to grab a towel from the en suite, wipe us both off, and hand her water from the nightstand.

She curls against me like I’m her safe place, like my body is the only shelter she’ll ever need. And for one fragile second, I let myself believe it. I want to be that for her. I want to stay.

Then, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, she drifts off in my arms.

But staying has never been my strong suit. Since the SEALs, I’ve kept moving—new towns, new jobs, never long enough to put down roots. Running kept me sharp. I was fast enough to leave the ghosts behind. Or that’s what I told myself.

Maybe they were always there. Maybe I was just too damn busy and exhausted to notice.