Forbidden Fate (Crowne Point 3)

He was holding back.

“Please. More. Give me what I need.”

Grayson flipped me to my back, eyes burning, jaw clenched.

“Story…I…” He looked away.

I pressed my hand to his jaw. “What?”

“I don’t want to hurt her.” His brows drew together.

“You’re worried about hurting the baby?”

My heart broke a little.

Because of course Grayson Crowne was worried about that.

“She said we couldn’t hurt the baby. Give me more.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and dragged my nails down his back. His groan only heightened my need.

He went a little harder, but not enough. Not Grayson.

“Please.” I scraped at his shoulders. “More.”

His jaw was clenched, nostrils flared.

There was something in my chest.

A truth I was keeping secret.

Because even if this moment never lasted, it would always be true.

“I’ve missed you,” I whispered. “I love you. I need you. Only you can give me this.”

He groaned, dropping his head to my shoulder, then rolled his hips, thrusting harder and faster at exactly the speed I needed.

We were a chorus of repressed desperation and need.

It started at the perfect spot between my thighs, growing until the throbbing was mind-scattering, until I couldn’t breathe or think in anything but Grayson.

“Give me what I need,” he rasped, pulling my hair back, biting my neck. “Give me those beautiful sounds. Let go, Story.”

He went harder, faster, eyes burning, studying and drinking me, each thrust like the careful stroke of a violin. My mouth opened on a whimper, a gasp.

“More,” he demanded with a powerful thrust.

I came undone.

For those two point five brilliant seconds the world stretched on into forever like melted taffy.

For those two point five brilliant seconds, everything was perfect and whole.

I cried his name on a broken scream, the room blurring. All I knew was feeling. Him throbbing inside me, his groan against my neck, lips wet and hot, sucking and biting.

I arched into it, into him, until I came into stardust.

When I came back down, he was watching me. He anchored my head with both of his hands, watching me tenderly, still hard inside me.