Forbidden Fate (Crowne Point 3)

Deeper until I couldn’t breathe.

Then he kissed me.

Devoured me.

Tongue stealing my breath as he fucked his thumb harder into my ass.

Suddenly he pulled away, taking heavy breaths like he’d just run a marathon.

“What?” I blinked, feeling as if I’d come out of deep water. “What’s wrong?”

He let out a breath of a laugh, eyes heavy-lidded. Predatory. “Little nun…” He slid his tongue across his top lip, and I wanted to lick him.

“Fucking trouble,” he finally said, rocking his thumb slower inside me. “I wanna fuck your ass, but you’re way too tight.” He thrust in again, eyes dropping to my parted lips. “You need way more than this. You need lube and shit.”

I closed my eyes on a groan. “Grayson, you’re the worst virgin in history,” I breathed. “You’re supposed to have that on a key chain. Or a couple of samples you got one time in Vegas.”

I felt him freeze; then his finger slipped from my ass.

I couldn’t help it. I whimpered.

He rose up behind me like a shadow, a predator. Thighs caged either side of me; his cock throbbed between my parted legs, hand still in my hair.

“Jokes,” he growled into my ear. “I missed your jokes.”

I was blind with my need for him. I arched my back, trying to arch into him. His hand dug into my hip and he pushed into me just a little, and a small whimper fell from my lips.

“I like your ass from this angle, little nun. You want me to fuck you this way? From behind?”

“Any way.” I begged, looking over my shoulder at him. “I want you any way.”

He ripped me up by my hair, forcing me to arch against his chest.

“You already got fucked, little nun. I can feel him inside you.” His eyes flashed, wild and dark. “Sure you’re not finished?”

I tried to shake my head, but his grip in my hair was too tight.

“Say it.”

“I’m not finished.”

“Watch,” he growled. “Look at my cock in you. Watch me fuck him out of you.”

He pushed inside me, and if it weren’t for Grayson’s burning, bruising, and unrelenting grip in my hair, my head would have fallen forward. It was sparks and tingles and fire in my chest and veins

And it was torture.

Grayson kissed me softly and tenderly as he slowly entered me, never all the way in, never all the way out.

“More,” I begged.

He laughed against my neck, kissing me wet and hot.

Not biting.

Not what I need.

And he knew it.