Page 130 of Shots & Echoes

“You don’t get to act like you’re fine with this,” he said softly but firmly.

The weight of his words settled heavy on my chest. Did I really want to act like everything was okay? That I could juggle Chris’s affections and Knox’s demands without falling apart? But deep down, I knew—I didn’t want it to be fine anymore. Not when Knox stood before me like this, full of fire and determination.

The air between us thickened as he held my gaze; there was no escaping it now. We were two forces colliding—and neither of us had any intention of backing down.

He shoved me against the glass, my stick clattering to the ice as I barely registered the sound. My breath hitched as his hand found its place on my throat—not hard, just enough to remind me who was in charge. The pressure felt both terrifying and thrilling, igniting a fire within me that I had never dared to acknowledge.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding.

I gasped, my body arching into him instinctively, a response I couldn't control.

“Say what?” I managed to stammer out, the words trembling on my lips as I fought against the rush of desire coursing through me.

His mouth grazed my jaw, sending shivers down my spine. “That you’re mine.”

A shudder ran through me at his words. The weight of them hung between us like an unbreakable tether, pulling me closer to him. My nails dug into his chest as if trying to ground myself amid the storm swirling around us.

Because I wanted it.

I had always wanted it.

“I’m yours,” I breathed out, surrendering to the inevitable pull between us. The moment hung heavy in the air—charged with tension and something darker that had been brewing beneath the surface since we first locked eyes.

His grip tightened just a fraction more, enough for me to feel every heartbeat thudding between us like a war drum echoing through the rink. There was no going back now; we had crossed a line neither of us could uncross.

Knox groaned, low and animalistic, as if he had been waiting for those words to fall from my lips. He flipped me around, pushing my face into the cold glass of the rink's wall. The chill sent a shiver down my spine, but it was quickly replaced by awave of heat as he undid the strings to my hockey shorts and tugged them down along with my tights.

The cold air hit my exposed skin, making me gasp, but I was already dripping with desire. I could feel his fingers digging into my hips as he positioned himself behind me. He slammed into me without warning, and I had to balance carefully on my skates to keep from falling.

It wasn't gentle. It wasn't slow or romantic. It was fast, messy, and desperate. We both knew someone could walk in at any moment, but we didn't care. The risk only added to the thrill, making every thrust more intense.

I could hear the sound of our skates scraping against the ice, mingling with our ragged breaths and the slap of skin on skin. My heart pounded in my chest, drowning out the noise of the world around us. All that mattered was the feel of him inside me, the way our bodies moved together in a frantic dance.

We were both on the edge, teetering between pleasure and pain. I could feel the pressure building inside me, threatening to spill over at any moment.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "You like that, don't you? You like it when I fuck you like this."

His grip on my hair tightened, pulling my head back to expose my neck. I gasped as his teeth grazed my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Yes," I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled darkly; the sound sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. "You're so tight, Iris. So fucking tight."

I could feel every inch of him stretching me out, filling me up in a way that was both painful and pleasurable. Each thrust hit that perfect spot inside me, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over me.

"You feel so good," I moaned, my fingers digging into the minimal leverage against the boards as I tried to hold on.

He growled in response, his hips moving faster and harder. "You're going to come for me, Iris. You're going to come all over my cock."

His words sent me spiraling, my body trembling as I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the tension building inside me, coiling like a spring ready to snap.

"Oh God," I whimpered.

He grunted, his own release building as he drove into me one last time. "Fuck, Iris. You're perfect. Perfect, so goddamn perfect. And mine. Come for me."

His words echoed in my mind as I felt myself building up, spiraling higher and higher. My body trembled with anticipation, every nerve on edge. I could feel the pressure building inside me, coiling like a spring ready to snap.

"Fuck, milk me, Iris. Let me come in that tight pussy of yours."

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