He groaned, kissing my throat slow, laving the muscles. “I can’t wait to mark you. Cover you in bruises and bites. Out here where everyone can see. But inside…” He palmed my pussy, finger sliding inside. “Only you’ll feel it.”
Just like that I was worked up again.
Hot.
Needy.
“I want to know everything that makes you scream.” He bit at my shoulder, pumping harder, faster. “Learn what makes your eyes roll back.”
With the silky pillows at my back, and the open window breathing a salty, cool air that hadn’t changed for millennia, it felt like I’d stumbled back in time. The servant who shouldn’t be with the master.
But love always broke the rules.
“Unless you’re done?” He paused his assault, and the sudden stop in sensation was brutal. I didn’t realize how far I’d bowed my back, how I’d shifted my hips to him, until he’d stopped.
“I want you inside me.” I dragged my nails across his shoulders, down his back, to his ass, all but begging.
“Fuck, say that again. Where do you want me?” He tossed the used condom to the side and reached for another.
“Again?” I wondered. How many did he keep on him?
He dragged me on top of his body and I let out a squeal I couldn’t keep inside. Now he was on his back, and I was on him, thighs spread around his chest. His cock was at my ass. His eyes settled between my thighs with a rumbling noise in his chest I felt in my core. He dragged a finger up and down my center.
I dug my nails into his chest, a small whimper escaping me.
“Where do you want me, little nun?” His voice was rough.
“Inside me…”
He shook his head. “In your pussy? In your ass?”
I clenched my thighs at his dirty words. My ass? Did he really want that? And…why did it make my gut tighten?
“My p-pussy,” I breathed.
“So what are you waiting for?” He grinned, throwing my words back at me.
I tensed, suddenly nervous. All the control was in my hands, and I’d never had any control. But the look in his eyes, the hot, half-lidded look, gave me courage. I chewed my lip, slowly lifting myself, sliding onto his cock.
He groaned, jaw clenched, nostrils flared. That spurred me on, until I was filled with him. Until I couldn’t breathe with the fullness. Grayson was somehow even more in this position.
The minute he was totally inside me, Grayson yanked me to him, dragged me so we were both sitting up, and kissed me brutally. Tongue lashing and possessive, stealing my air.
“Your pussy is mine,” he said against my lips, thrusting up and forcing a strangled sound from me. He bit my lip as I cried out.
His words were a dark, forbidden poetry sliding inside my veins and lighting me on fire. I gripped his shoulders, the position forcing him deeper inside me.
“Fuck, you like it dirty. I can feel it on my cock.”
Oh God, I’ve never felt this. I can feel everything. Every molecule. I was already at the precipice, but his kisses, bites, and words…I’m about to shatter.
“Come all over my dick, Story,” he groaned.
“Bite me,” I gasped.
He let out a strangled sound, and then his teeth were on me, just above my breast. I arched into it, into his teeth, into the feeling strangling my core, and let go. I let go and gave in for the first time in my life.
But Grayson’s arms anchored me, and his hot whispers were on my neck, my lips, urging me on.