I gasped into his mouth. “Is this like you imagined?” I groaned, gripping the headboard. “Your fantasy with me on top?”
I squeezed my legs. Aching. His eyes dropped to that, nostrils flared.
“No,” he growled.
I had half a second to register the dark lust in his eyes, before he wrapped his arms around my thighs and yanked me up onto his greedy mouth.
Oh my God.
His mouth.
“Fuck,” Grayson broke on a breath. His lips were red, wet, juicy—from suckers, from me. He dragged his nose across my inner thighs. “There’s a lot I want to do to you, Snitch.”
“So do it.”
“You’re pregnant. Really pregnant.”
“So?”
“The fuck did I say about being reckless?”
Every time he spoke, his words vibrated against my pussy, the stubble on his jaw providing a delicious, distracting friction.
“You…” My words disappeared into a moan. I could barely think, let alone form a sentence as he teased my pussy with his mouth. I don’t think he meant to torment me—his willpower was cracking too.
“You said you couldn’t fuck me because I had secrets,” I breathed. “You know all my secrets. Fuck me.”
I leaned all the way onto him, onto his hot, hungry mouth. “Only you can give me this. Cover every inch of me in bruises and I’ll beg for more.” His mouth grew hungrier and hotter with my words. “Fuck him out of me or there will always be a piece of him stuck inside there.”
His eyes grew vicious, wild, and then he sucked my clit so hard I saw stars. I gripped the headboard for support, arms shaking.
“Rip him out of me. Please.”
He broke off for a breath, biting my inner thighs. “You don’t know what it does to me to hear you beg like that, Snitch.”
“Please,” I said again. “You know how much I need this. You’ve read all my letters.”
I reached behind, sliding my palm along his cock. Rock-hard. I could feel every tapered, thick outline through his jeans.
He gripped my hand. “There’s time.”
“What if there isn’t—”
“There’s time. This is it. This is our happily ever after. We’re free of West, and Lottie—” He broke off when saying her name, jaw clenched. “My grandfather will have to accept you as carrying the heir. Lottie has nothing, the du Lacs have nothing. He’d be an idiot to keep them in the family. So be still.”
“I want your cock. You said you’d fuck me—”
“I said I’d take care of you. And I will. Now shut the fuck up and let me.” His words vanished into a throat-aching growl, his head disappearing between my thighs.
And I let him take care of me.
Fifty-Six
STORY
“I like the name Sonnet for a girl,” he said.
Grayson trailed his fingers over my rounded belly, eyes soft. I spent a week lying in Grayson’s bed. It was quiet in Crowne Hall, only the soft early summer wind our melody.