Page 76 of Guarded Knight

Her eyes are glazed with lust and challenge. “Give me everything.”

A groan with pleasure as I ease in, slowly feeling her stretch around me, tight and slick and so goddamn warm it nearly undoes me.

Her nails dig into my biceps, anchoring herself like she needs something to hold on to.

I bottom out. “I could fucking die right here…” I press my forehead to hers.

She whimpers, trembling beneath me, her pussy stretched tight around my cock.

I pin her wrists above her head. “Does it feel good?” I thrust into her, trying to hold back some of the force in my hips. “Once I go for it, I won’t be able to stop. Is it too hard?”

“I can take it.”

She’s staring at me like she’s waited her whole life for this. Hell, I’ve waited all of mine. But none of that changes how wrong I am for her. I’m the wrecking ball that could tear her apart… but I’m possessed.

I sink in. Hard. Faster…Desperate.Every thrust slams through me. The bed creaks. The headboard rattles.

And then I burst. I come hard, buried so deep in her our two bodies are one. I bite down hard on her name between my teeth like it’s the only prayer I’ve ever known.

We lie there, chests heaving, sweat and heat mixing between us. Her skin is still hot against mine, her breath brushing my shoulder, and for a heartbeat it feels like the world outside doesn’t exist. Only us.

For a moment, there’s only the sound of our breathing. And in that time, my sanity starts to return.

What the hell am I doing?

Where the hell does this leave things?

Still friends?

The word tastes wrong, flimsy against the gravity of what just happened. Nothing about this feels like friendship, but I don’t trust myself to admit what it does feel like.

As usual, she breaks the tension with humor.

Her lips brush my ear, and I feel the smile on them. “You’re improving your stamina, G.”

It makes me smile, too, involuntary, genuine, the kind of smile I’ve found again now that she’s in my life. The kind only she pulls from me.

I shift to see her, golden hair wild and tangled, her face flushed and hazel eyes so fucking bright it nearly kills me.

“Stay,” she whispers, and her question is so vulnerable, it’s nearly the end of me because I know she means in here and not on the couch.

I shouldn’t. But this has made walking away feel impossible. And what the hell will Xander think? We can’t keep this a secret…

But when her gaze is on me like that, I’m powerless.

And now I’m like every other man who falls for her, I’ll take every piece of her she’s willing to give.

I brush a lock of hair from her cheek, and for a split second, even with all the reasons why we can’t be together, none of them feel true with our bare skin touching and her breath on my chest, right over that heart that’s always beat only for her.

“Yeah, Firefly,” I kiss her nose. “I’ll stay.”

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Gabriel’s breathis warm against my throat as the last of his weight settles over me like gravity finally remembered how to work.

We’re a mess. The sheets are off the bed, the lamp’s half-crooked, and there’s broken glass in the other room.

If Freya came home somewhere in between, she’d think it was a crime scene out there. I can just imagine her running around searching for me, then raising her hand to knock at my door and hearing two feral dogs going at it.