“No fucking way,” I breathed. “I don’t want to taste that.”
Further solidify what I’d done.
Grayson pried my lips apart with his fingers, shoving them into my mouth, forcing me to taste it.
“Then you shouldn’t have fucking done it.”
He crashed his lips into mine, tongues tangling as the storm raged on. He finger-fucked me, forcing my cries into his mouth as he swallowed the taste of our sins. Because even if you couldn’t see him, Grayson Crowne was never someone to make you go alone, especially into darkness.
As the last aftershocks of the orgasm hit me, Grayson pulled away, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth.
“You owe me new sounds, little nun,” he growled, biting my lip. “You gave mine to him.”
He released my lip with a brutal pop.
“First, I’m gonna fuck his come out of you. Then, I’m gonna fuck your ass. I’ve waited too goddamn long.” He crushed his lips against mine swiftly. “No use waiting anymore.”
Fifty-Five
STORY
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“Get on the rugs.”
Grayson stepped off me. Without his heat, the window was icy cold, and shame assaulted me. I slashed a glance at the rugs.
A sharp, stuttering breath left me. “There?”
Where I’d just attempted to desecrate my love for Grayson? I stepped back, rubbed my chest, trying to stop my beating heart. He pressed his hand over mine, pushing me back toward them, ripping open the fly to his tailored pants in the same breath.
“It’s—”
“Wrong?”
Grayson slid down my body, pushing up my torn dress, kissing every inch of skin as he did. Wet and tender, careful yet sloppy kisses along my rounding stomach. My thoughts abandoned me, but Grayson kept me grounded, held me up by the arch of my back with strong hands.
From the ground, his eyes found mine, his voice was deep, vibrating in my chest. “I’ve wanted to do that since the day I learned you were pregnant.”
Tingles rose along my skin like the softest touch.
“Your wife could be losing her child.” I whispered my fear aloud. He dragged his hands along my ass, teeth grazing my inner thigh. I struggled to focus.
Teeth.
Grayson.
More.
Then it was gone. I opened my eyes, dazed, as Grayson stood again. Before I could decipher the look in his eyes, he tangled his fist in my hair, ripping my mouth to his.
“There is nothing redeemable here,” I gasped against his lips. “If this was a fairy tale, we would be the villains.”
But I kissed him back.
Deeply.
Losing myself in him as he dragged us down to our knees, forgetting my shame, until we were soft on the rugs.