Page 12 of Silver Fox Puck

I want to be taken.

I want him.

I press a hand against his chest, guiding him back, walking with him, watching the amusement flicker in his dark eyes.

Like he’s letting me. He knows the second I get him where I want him, I won’t have the upper hand anymore.

And when the back of his knees hit the bed? I shove. He lands with a low, deep chuckle. Then he moves.

Fast.

Before I can take a breath, before I can decide whether to straddle his lap or push him down further, he flips me.

One second, I’m standing. The next I’m on my back.

Pinned beneath him. Legs parted. His weight heavy. His heat scorching.

And when he settles between my thighs—pressing into me, hard, deliberate, devastating—I gasp. Clench. Arch.

His mouth curves in the faintest, most wicked smirk I’ve ever seen. Like he’s saying I told you so. Like he’s saying this is what happens when you test me.

And maybe I should be annoyed about that. Maybe I should push back. Keep playing the game.

But I don’t.

Because the moment his mouth finds my taut nipple through my lacy bra—hot, demanding, devastating—every last thought splinters apart.

I don’t think. I don’t hesitate. I don’t do anything but gasp and let him have his way with me.

He doesn’t stop.

Not when I gasp.

Not when I writhe beneath him.

Not even when my nails drag across his back, leaving marks he’ll find tomorrow.

He drives into me again, harder now, each thrust deeper, sharper, like he’s determined to make me forget my own name—like he doesn’t care that I never gave him mine.

My breath stutters. My thoughts scatter. My body arches for more, and he gives it to me without asking, without hesitating. He fucks me like this is the last time either of us will touch something that feels this fucking good.

And maybe it is.

He groans against my throat, low, rough, and the sound goes straight between my legs.

“God, you feel—fuck,” he rasps. “So tight… so wet…”

His hand slides down, fingers finding my clit with brutal precision—

And that’s it.

I shatter.

My whole body clenches around him, thighs trembling, the orgasm ripping through me with a sharp cry I don’t eventryto hold back.

He follows with a curse, his hips snapping forward once, twice, and then he’s coming inside me, groaning into my shoulder like I’m the only thing anchoring him to earth.

For a moment, there’s nothing but heat.

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