She pulled the toy out, never breaking eye contact.
“Bury yourself in me, Knox.”
I crossed the room fast. The bed dipped beneath my weight as I knelt behind her, my hands finding her hips, spreading her legs wider.
“I want to take you hard,” I warned her.
She looked at me over her shoulder, challenge burning in those green eyes. “Show me how hard you can do it.”
I slapped her ass once. She yelped, but it dissolved into a laugh, into a moan, into something that sounded likeplease.
I lined myself up at her entrance, coating myself in her arousal. Feeling her heat beckoning me forward.
And then I thrust home in one deep stroke.
She gasped, her fingers fisting the comforter, her whole body going taut as her walls squeezed around me.
I rubbed soothing circles on her lower back, forcing myself to hold still when every instinct screamed at me to move. “You okay?”
“Yes.” The word came out shaky. Desperate.
“You sure I can go hard?”
“Fuck me as hard as you can.”
Holy fuck.
Something snapped inside me.
I grabbed her hips and started pounding into her relentlessly. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, not enough to hurt, just enough to feel. She moaned, loud and uninhibited, and the sound drove me harder.
“This is what you wanted?” I growled against her ear. “This is what you imagined?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
To our side was a full-length mirror. We both looked over at the same time, witnessing the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Her back arched, ass pointed high in the air, head tilted back with dark strands wound around my fist. Me, all tattoos and muscles, on my knees, burying myself inside of her. I pulled back slowly for a minute, both of us groaning as we watched me come almost all the way out, coated in arousal, and then I slammed back into her.
Damn. I’d dreamed of intimate moments like this, and reality was better than any fantasy my starved imagination had conjured.
I slowed my pace. Read her body. The hitch in her breath. The tremble starting in her thighs. The way her walls were beginning to flutter around me.
She was close.
I released her hair, gripped her hips with both hands, and drove into her deep.
“That’s it, Princess.” I smacked her ass again, watched the skin bloom pink. “Make a mess all over me.”
Harper shattered.
Every muscle in her back and arms went rigid. Her fingers clawed at the sheets. She screamed into the mattress as her orgasm tore through her, her inner walls clamping down on me so tight, I saw stars.
I followed her over the edge. My release crashed through me, hard and overwhelming and all-consuming. I buried myself to the hilt and came with a roar that felt ripped from somewhere deep in my chest.
We rode it out together. Bodies united. Souls connected.
I slowed my pace, jerking through the last aftershocks, until we both went still.
“Holy crap.” She let out a laugh that was half sob. “I never knew sex could be like this.”
