Chapter 41
forty-one
. . .
Avery
The room is dark and quiet, the only sound the faint creak of the old house settling. I’m somewhere between dreaming and waking, my body heavy with sleep, my mind foggy.
At first, I think it’s part of my dream—a soft pressure, warm and familiar, brushing along the curve of my hip.
But then I hear it.
“I love you, baby.”
His voice is rich, gravelly, and unmistakable.
My eyes flutter open, my breath catching as I feel the sheets being slowly peeled back. The faint glow of moonlight streams through the window, casting a soft light over Griffin’s face.
He’s here.
I blink, half-convinced I’m still dreaming, but then his lips press to the inside of my thigh, and reality hits me like a tidal wave.
“Griffin,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with sleep.
He looks up at me, his green eyes dark and blazing. “Shhh. Go back to sleep.”
“What are you doing?”
“What I’ve been thinking about all night.” His voice is rough, low, and full of intent.
His hands slide over my thighs, gently parting them, his lips following the path, slow and deliberate. My pulse spikes, the haze of sleep fading as every nerve in my body comes alive.
“Griffin…” My breath hitches as he kisses higher, his mouth dangerously close to where I’m aching for him.
“I told you I’d keep my promise,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my skin. “And I told you I’d make you remember this night forever.”
I can feel the loving mischief in his voice.
His hands grip my hips, pulling me closer as he whispers against me, “Let me take care of you, baby.”
And as his mouth moves over me, every thought, every worry, every ounce of caution melts away, leaving only him—his touch, his love, his absolute devotion.
“Avery. You’re my fucking girl now. Do you understand? Your pleasure is my pleasure. You’re my obsession. Now and forever. It’s my duty to make your dreams come true.”
I swallow. “You remembered me mentioning this in Mexico…”
“I remember every single fucking word you say, Sinclair. I always have. Always will.”
He brings his lips up to mine for a deep, passionate kiss, pinning me with his muscular body, which turns me on even more. “I love you so much. Now spread your fucking legs for me, Avery. My naughty little girl. And you better be quiet. Or they’ll hear.”
My breath hitches as his words hit me, raw and unfiltered, cutting straight through every barrier I thought I had left. My heart pounds, every nerve in my body alive under his gaze.
Griffin kisses me again, slow and deliberate, his tongue teasing mine as his hands explore my body like he’s mapping every inch of me.
“Mmm,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough with need. His hands glide down my thighs, spreading them gently, his eyes locked on mine. “So fucking perfect for me.”
I shiver as his lips begin their descent, trailing kisses down my neck, my chest, my stomach. My fingers tangle in his hair, the soft strands slipping through my fingers as I try to ground myself in the overwhelming sensations.
When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, his warm breath teasing against my most sensitive spot.
I start to moan, my voice barely audible.
He looks up, his green eyes blazing with heat and love. “Quiet, baby. Remember what I said.”
And then his mouth is on me.
The first touch is electric, sending a shockwave through my entire body. His tongue moves with precision, his hands gripping my hips to keep me in place as he works me over with a mix of tenderness and ferocity.
I bite down on my lip, trying to keep quiet, but the way he devours me—like he’s starving, like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted—is too much.
His grip tightens as he pulls me even closer, his tongue flicking, his lips sucking in a rhythm that builds and builds until I’m trembling beneath him.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls against me, his voice vibrating through my core. “Let go for me. Give me everything.”
And I do.
My release crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body arching, my hands clutching at the sheets as I struggle to keep quiet. His name slips from my lips in a broken whisper, and he groans in response, his mouth never slowing.
When the aftershocks subside, I’m left trembling, my chest heaving, my mind spinning.
Griffin kisses his way back up my body, his lips capturing mine in a deep, possessive kiss. I can taste myself on him, and it only makes me want him more.
I reach down, between his legs, and wrap my fingers around his hard length.
“I need you.”
He smirks. “You sure you can be quiet? Honestly. I don’t think you can.”
I let out a low chuckle. “You could be right. Being realistic.”
He positions himself between my legs, and swipes his tip up and down against my wet opening.
“You’re gonna make me beg, aren’t you?”
“How did you know?”
“Knox…I’m not on the pill. We’re playing with fire.”
“Either we have a kid now or after we get married, baby. If you really want me to use the pull out method...”
I swallow down a ball of nerves as he locks his sparkling eyes on me.
Griffin taking me in the bathroom that night at the club was, without a doubt, the hottest night of my life.
“I just want to make you feel good,” I moan, reaching my hand out to grip his hip.
“Avery. Look at me.”
He hold my cheek as he presses in. “You.”
Thrust .
“Are.”
Thrust.
“My fucking…”
Thrust .
“Oh God, easy, there,” I groan.
“My fucking girl. Forever.”
“Yes. Take me, baby.”
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You,” I say without hesitation. “Only you.”
“That’s my sweet little girl.”
He bottoms out, and I moan involuntarily. He slams his hand over my mouth just a little too late.
“Told you,” I groan. “I can’t stay quiet.”
“Guess we’ll have to get creative then.”
“Get…creative?”
He pulls out, and then flips me over onto my stomach.
Grabbing one pillow to support my hips, he grabs another and puts it close to my head.
Pulling me up softly by the hair, he kisses me deeply.
“I love you baby. But you’re gonna get it now.” I can see his faint smile in the little moonlight that is seeping from outside.
He slams inside me, stretching me, making me feel so good, and I start to moan but before I let the sound out, he presses my face down into the pillow, so the feathers absorb my moans.
It’s dominant, it’s powerful, and it’s extraordinarily hot.
From that position on my stomach, he dominates me like I’ve never been before, thrusting deep and pushing my face into the pillow but pulling me up every so often for air that he seems to drown out with his all-encompassing, soaking wet kisses.
“So fucking hot. So beautiful. So mine, Sinclair.”
I whimper as another orgasm crashes through me, my body arching against him as I lose myself completely in the storm of him. Every thrust, every movement, sends a shiver through me, and I don’t know where he ends and I begin.
He doesn’t stop. Not until I’m trembling beneath him, breathless, a mess of pleasure and need. And then I feel it—the way his rhythm falters, the way his fingers dig into my hips, holding me steady as his breath catches in a low, guttural growl.
He pulls out quickly, flips me over on my back, and presses in again. Deep. Deeper.
“Griffin,” I breathe, my voice hitching as my legs instinctively wrap around his waist, locking him in place. “Don’t stop. Don’t…hold back.”
His eyes snap to mine, dark and burning with something primal. Something feral. His movements grow harder, faster, his control slipping as my nails rake down his back, urging him on.
“Fuck, Avery,” he rasps, his voice a growl. “You’re going to make me?—”
“Yes,” I whisper, pulling him closer, tighter, my thighs pressing against his sides. “I want all of you. Please.”
“Mmm,” he groans, and I close my legs around him, locking them, locking him in as hard as I can.
And that’s it. That’s all it takes.
With a guttural groan, he loses himself completely, his hand flying up to cover my mouth as I cry out, the sound muffled against his palm. His release is fierce, shuddering through him as he buries himself to the hilt, his body trembling above mine. The sensation, the intimacy, the rawness of it all—it’s too much, and I unravel with him, a final wave of pleasure crashing over me.
“Shh,” he murmurs, his voice a rasp as his lips brush my ear. “You’re going to wake the whole damn house, baby.”
I nod against his hand, my body still trembling, my eyes locked with his. The intensity in his gaze is staggering, his chest heaving as he leans down, brushing his lips over mine in a kiss so tender it steals the breath from my lungs.
“I love you,” he whispers, his forehead pressed to mine, his voice rough and raw. “You’re everything, Avery. Everything.”
I smile, cupping his face, feeling the truth of his words in every fiber of my being. “I love you, too.”
He grins, pressing another kiss to my lips before pulling me into his arms, his body still pressed against mine, as if he never wants to let go. And for the first time, I feel completely, utterly whole.
“Dear God, Griffin.”
“What?”
“That was just…a lot.”
He smirks. “Well, what do you expect, wrapping your legs around me like that? Do we have to schedule an early wedding?”
I chuckle. “I’m not ovulating…but I guess we’ll find out in four weeks or so.”
His fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. “You’re mine now, Sinclair. And I don’t plan on letting you forget it. Ever.”
His lips find mine again, softer this time, but no less consuming. As his weight presses me into the mattress, I realize one thing with absolute certainty—this man has ruined me for anyone else.
“I won’t.”