Page 75 of Guarded Knight

Her hands scrabble at my shirt, peeling it over my head. Her nails rake down my back as I press her harder against the bed. I strip out of my jeans and boxer briefs, and toss them, not caring where they land. My cock springs out, throbbing with need.

Her eyes blaze with hunger. “Fuck, G… I didn’t think they made them so big.”

Her lips are swollen, her blonde hair a messy halo, the Devil’s own temptation. She’s soft where I’m hard, wild where I’ve always been controlled.

But tonight, I’m giving in to life the way she does. Living in the moment the way I always wished I could.

I hook my thumbs in the waistband of her panties and tear them down, leaving her bare for me. Her pussy glistens with wetness in the low light. I used to picture this in the dark, how her skinmight feel, how she might fall apart for me. But nothing, not even my most desperate night, came close to the reality.

I drop to my knees in front of her, grip her thighs, spread them apart, and drag my tongue through her folds, tasting her like I’ve been starved for years. She’s sweet and salty, all heat and home.

I pull her closer, fingers biting into her thighs to hold her open. She’s fragile under my hands, and it makes me feel ten times bigger, every protective instinct and every filthy urge slamming into me at once.

“So fucking tiny, Firefly,” I rasp against her clit. “And all mine.”

She bucks under me. “Gabriel…” she moans. “Please…”

But I’m relentless. I suck her clit between my lips, teasing with my tongue, and she shatters, coming apart on my mouth.

Her voice is a broken whimper. “My God…”

I wrench my head back, eyes dark, lips wet with her.

“Inside me. Now,” she breathes.

I shove off the floor, rising above her like a storm.

“Do you have a condom?”

I stopped carrying them around years ago.

“We don’t need one,” she says, less breathless.

A moment of sanity creeps into this chaotic, torrential current we’ve been riding.

No condom. No barrier. No protection.

It’s reckless, and I know better. Ishouldknow better.

But fuck, the way she says it,we don’t need one… I know what she means.

Her disease… She can’t get pregnant? I always knew it could be a thing.

And it fucking guts me.

God, I’d give anything to be the one to give her that. Giveusthat. To bury myself inside her and give her something that lasts.

“Are you sure?” I stroke hair off her forehead. “Only if you’re sure.”

My dick presses into her slick seam, and I wait eagerly for the answer. But I need permission.

I want her raw. I want this to feel as real as it’s always been between us. But I need to check again. Lara is known for leaping before she looks.

“I’m sure, G…”

I grip her thighs, pushing her legs wider apart, exposing her completely.

“You’re so fucking little.” I line myself up, the head of my cock nudging her slick entrance. “Goddamn, Firefly, I don’t even know if you can take me.”