Page 148 of The Silver Fox Brother

I lean in closer, my breath mingling with hers.

“Tell me to stop,” I murmur, my thumb trailing along her jawline. Her body stills, every fiber of her being reacting to the tension spiraling tighter between us.

“Tell me you don’t want me, the way that I want you,” I say

She doesn’t. Instead, her breath escapes in a shaky exhale, and I can see the war in her eyes—the push and pull, the desire and resistance battling for dominance. That hesitation, that crack in her armor, is all the invitation I need. We’re breathing the same air now, neither of us moving away.

My lips crash against hers, and the restraint I’ve been clinging to shatters. She gasps into my mouth, her hands instinctively grabbing the front of my jacket as I press her back against the wall. The kiss is raw, urgent, a collision of everything we’ve been holding back.

Her hands move to my shoulders, clutching desperately, as her body yields to mine, soft and pliant, and I can’t stop the growl that rumbles from my chest.

I walk her backward into the corner, her heels clicking faintly against the floor until the shadows swallow us behind the racks of coats. Her arms loop around my neck as I push her into the wall again. The intensity of the kiss is bruising, consuming, as my hands trail down to the curve of her waist. Her voice is a breathless whisper against my lips.

"Knox, we can’t…”

My mouth moves to her neck, trailing rough kisses down her delicate skin. I suck at the hollow of her throat, tasting the faint salt of her skin, my hands sliding beneath the fabric of her gown. She arches into me, her fingers tangling in my hair as my lips move lower, leaving marks I don’t bother to hide.

My hands find the slit of her gown, the silk giving way to the warmth of her bare thighs. I lift the fabric higher, exposing her inch by inch as my hands roam over her skin. The need to claim her is overwhelming, primal.

My dick is already rock-hard, straining against my pants as I kneel before her, lifting one of her legs over my shoulder.

Her gasp fills the small space as I press my face between her thighs. My nose grazes over her lace panties, and I groan at the sweet, heady scent of her arousal. I feel her wetness on the tip of my nose. I slide the fabric aside, exposing her dripping pussy folds. Without hesitation, I run my tongue along her, tasting her as I dip the tip inside, savoring her juices.

Her fingers tighten in my hair as I suck her clit with my tongue, circling and flicking it with precision. At the same time, I slip a finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around me. Her moans are soft but frantic, her body trembling as I suck on her clit, my fingers working her open with practiced ease.

She’s close—I can feel it in the way her hips buck against my face, in the way her thighs tremble against my shoulders. Her breath comes in short gasps as I curl my fingers inside her, hitting the spot that makes her cry out.

"Knox—"

“Quiet,” I growl, my voice muffled against her.

“Someone will hear you.”

Her head falls back, her lips pressed tightly together as I push her over the edge. She shudders violently, her release spilling onto my tongue as I lap her up greedily. Her thighs quake around me, and she clutches the back of my head, her nails scraping against my scalp as her orgasm continues to wash over her.

I rise slowly, pulling her soaked panties all the way down her legs and slipping them into my jacket pocket. Her wide eyes meet mine, her chest still heaving as she realizes what I’ve done. I don’t give her a chance to protest. I press her against the wall again, her leg still hooked around me as I grind my throbbing cock against her stomach.

Her hand slips between us, fumbling with the zipper of my pants. The urgency in her movements, the way her fingers brush against my length, drives me wild. I pull my cock free, the cool air doing little to temper the rage coursing through me. Scooping her other leg up, as I pin her against the wall, her legs wrapping instinctively and tightly around my waist.

I don’t wait. I fist my dick as it slides effortlessly into her soaked pussy in one fluid motion, burying myself to the brim. She gasps, her head falling back against the wall as I start moving, my thrusts rough and deliberate. The only sounds are our mingled breaths, the faint rustle of fabric, and the sounds of my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, as I take her hard and fast.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, her head bouncing against the wall with every forceful thrust. I kiss her to stifle her cries, my tongue invading her mouth as I drive deeper into her. Her taste, her heat, the way her body grips me—it’s maddening, consuming, and I know I’m close.

Her head tilts back, her lips parting in a silent cry as her pussy walls tighten around me. I capture her lips in another heated kiss, swallowing her moans as I feel my own release building.

When it hits, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced—her name a guttural growl on my lips as I still myself, spilling my warm cum inside of her, my entire body trembling. She follows moments later, her body convulsing around me as she clings to me, her breathing ragged and uneven.

We stay like that for a moment, our breathing heavy, our foreheads pressed together as I slowly pull out, and watch my cum drip down the inside of her thighs.

After a few moments, Winter pushes me back slightly, her hands trembling as they linger on my chest. She gazes up at me, her blue eyes wide and searching, her breath still shallow. The raw yearning in her expression reflects everything I feel—everything I can’t say.

I don’t move as she takes a step back, her fingers smoothing over the fabric of her dress, adjusting it. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen, the marks of what just transpired between us. She steals one last glance at me, and I know she sees it—the obsession, the all-consuming hunger I have for her. I can’t mask it, and I don’t even try.

I zip up my pants, my hands deliberate and slow as I keep my gaze locked on her. She doesn’t linger. She quickly turns, striding toward the closed door, her heels clicking softly against the floor. Her composure is shaky at best, but she’s trying to regain it, even as her steps falter slightly.

I slip out of the coat room, my movements silent, my breath still uneven as I position myself near the doorway to wait for her. The air is cool, a sharp contrast to the heat still coursing through my veins. I lean against the wall, my pulse pounding in my ears, my mind replaying every second of what just happened.

The door opens, and Winter steps out. She halts in her tracks when her eyes find me. For a moment, the world around us fades, the noise of the banquet dimming as we stand there, locked in a silent exchange. Her lips part as if she’s about to speak, but a group of people passes by, their voices filling the air and cutting through the tension.