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“Can you blame me?” I whispered, my gaze roaming back up his body to meet his eyes. The intensity I found there nearly stole my breath. “You’re… breathtaking.”

He moved back onto the bed with predatory grace, lowering himself over me once more. Sweat slickened his skin and I knew he was as turned-on as I was. The feeling of his skin against mine, all that hard muscle and heat, made me whimper. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he lowered himself to me, bracing himself on one, powerful arm. He guided his cock to my entrance before lying fully on top of me. I squirmed, trying to impale myself on him, but he snarled at me.

“Hold still,” he bit out. “I’m hangin’ on by a fuckin’ thread here.” Still, his hips snapped forward, making the head of his dick stretch my entrance but not quite penetrate. “Motherfuck.” He tensed, shuddering above me. “Fuckin’ embarrassin’,” he muttered before shaking his head. Fine droplets of sweat flung from his shaggy hair.

“Please,” I whimpered. “If it’s too much, you can come in my mouth.”

“Goddamnit, woman!” His eyes were wide and wild. The man looked like he was on the verge of losing his shit. “Don’t say shit like that! I’m about to blow my fuckin’ load before I even fuckin’ get inside you!”

In answer, I wrapped my legs around his waist and arched my back, dragging him just that little bit closer. His dick pushed through my entrance, stretching me deliciously before he stopped.

Knuckles roared before shoving himself as deep as he could go inside me, and I sucked in a breath. I had a moment of panic. He stretched me almost uncomfortably, but just shy of pain. The burn added to my pleasure in a way I’d never expected. Now I was the one breaking into a sweat.

Instantly, he stilled. “Did I hurt you?”

“W-What?” I looked up at him in confusion, the haze of lust making it hard to think. “NO!” I cleared my throat and tried again. “No, Knuckles. You didn’t hurt me. Not at all.”

“I ain’t done this in a long fuckin’ time.” I knew the admission wasn’t something he’d wanted me to know. The fact he went outside his comfort zone and made himself vulnerable settled something inside me I didn’t know was uneasy.

“I have,” I said, looking up at him with what I was sure were wide, wild eyes. “And it’s never felt like this.”

“Christ, don’t I know it.” His muttered reply held a wealth of relief. The tension in his shoulders was still there, but I thought it was more from exertion than him being unsure about what we were doing. Knuckles settled his weight fully on top of me. I was surprised at how good it felt to have his big, hair-roughened body pinning me to the bed, but it was as delicious as the rest of this experience. He rested his forehead against mine with a shattered groan and shuddered above me again. “You ready?”

I couldn’t help the smile even though I knew he probably couldn’t see it. “I think I’ve been waiting for this moment since…” I trailed off, unsure. “This is what I’ve always been looking for.”

He kissed me gently. Then with more passion. “You sure I didn’t hurt you? You’re OK with me on top of you?”

“I wasn’t sure how I’d like this position, but this experience is so far removed from any other situation I’ve ever been in, it’s not even the same act.” I meant every word too. Sex had never been like this. Of course, I’d used sex as a weapon. And that was never something I’d desired. Ever. This, though… “I can’t imagine you taking me any other way, Knuckles.” I reached up to stroke his face with my fingers before whispering, “Please don’t stop.”

Something flashed in his eyes -- possession, triumph, relief -- before he captured my mouth in a searing kiss and began to fuck me. For the first time in my adult life, I completely surrendered to the moment, to the feelings coursing through me. I wasn’t playing a role. I wasn’t setting a trap. I was just Hannah, wanting this man with an intensity that frightened me.

It took him a few seconds, but when he met my gaze again, there was a frightening intensity in his eyes. “I’m gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good, Hannah. I swear it on my life. If I come in the first fifteen seconds it’s gonna be fourteen seconds longer than I thought I would, but I swear to you, I will make you come so hard you see stars.”

I pulled him down for another kiss, whispering against his lips. “I already did, Knuckles. Now I want more. I want you.”

“Thank fuck.”

Then Knuckles started to…move.

Chapter Nine

Knuckles

Every muscle in my body strained to hold back, to not come the second I pulled out of Hannah’s tight cunt and drove back inside her again. Jesus Christ, it was like nothing I’d ever felt before! Her slick walls gripped me, her legs wrapped around my waist, her soft gasps in my ear… It took everything I had not to lose my fucking mind.

I’d been with women before. Plenty of them. Even in prison I’d had more than one woman on the inside offer herself to me before Beth. But this was different. This was Hannah. I think I knew the second I saw her there would never be another woman for me, but being inside her now? Yeah. She was it. This was where I was supposed to be. Inside this beautiful, courageous, reckless woman who was all mine.

“Knuckles,” she whispered, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Please move. Fuck me like you need to.” She nipped my earlobe in encouragement. “I promise I won’t break.”

I’d been so focused on not coming like some teenage virgin that I’d forgotten to actually fuck her. I pulled back slowly again, watching her face for any sign of discomfort, then thrust forward, setting a steady rhythm that had her arching beneath me.

“Fuck,” I growled, dropping my head to her shoulder. “You feel so Goddamn good.”

Her pussy clenched around me with every thrust, drawing me deeper, making me want to mark her, claim her, make her mine in every way possible. The sounds she made were like a drug I needed more of. I needed to hear her like this on a constant loop, to know I was the one who made her make those sounds.

Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.

The words kept repeating in my head like a goddamned mantra as I fucked Hannah. Her tight, wet heat gripped my cock like a velvet vice, threatening to undo me with each thrust. Being inside Hannah was like coming home. As I relaxed into the sensations her body created within me, I settled. Felt more… centered. Knowing she was now mine, that she was now mine to pleasure, to take pleasure from, and, most of all, to protect like a rabid dragon guarding his treasure. Because that’s exactly what I was.

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