Chapter 19 #2
I spun to him. “I can’t go back.” Gods, what was I saying?
I inhaled deeply a few times, to steady myself.
To steady my mind as I silently screamed up at the heavens.
At the gods for letting this happen to me.
For making me choose between the impossible.
Between my life, my family, my home. And a fucking fantasy.
One I never admitted to anyone. A life of freedom I had thought was impossible.
And a man whose being sang to my very soul.
Grayson was staring at me, his face unreadable.
I walked to him. “Don’t make me go back, Grayson.” My voice was ragged.
Grayson shook his head as I said it, taking a few steps back to keep the distance between us. “Don’t do this, Ava,” he warned. His expression was hard, but his eyes were wild with emotions. “Get in the car.”
“No.”
He took a step towards me, anger searing beneath the surface. “Don’t you do this to me, Ava. Now get in the fucking car!” he bellowed loudly, making me jump.
“You’re not listening!” I screamed back at him. “I don’t want to go back. I want you!”
He pressed his palms over his eyes, as if he could block me out. The cool, calm and collected facade of Grayson gone. “You don’t mean that.” He was trying to compose himself, but his hands were shaking.
I didn’t know how I could get it through his thick skull. “You said that you don’t want to stain me, but you already did, Grayson. I can’t go back to that.” I swept my hand over the lights beneath us. “I want more. I want you.”
“No. You shouldn’t. I’m no good for you. You should forget about me. Fuck, Ava! We’ve been through this!” He turned his back on me. He gripped the top of the car with both his hands, his head hanging low.
A thought crossed my mind, stealing my breath and my soul away. “You don’t want me.” My voice trembled.
He turned to me slowly, his eyes boring into mine. “Don’t you ever think that. I would burn the fucking world to have you, Princess.”
I closed the last few steps between us. This time he didn’t retreat. I traced the shape of his face, tears flowing freely. Grayson stood rigid, grinding his teeth at my touch, refusing to let me in. But I would never be able to let go of him. “Then keep me. Make me yours.”
He let loose a ragged breath, his shoulders caving in and his eyes falling shut. He placed his hand over mine and leaned his cheek into my palm. “You will regret this.”
I felt the truth of his words ring in my gut.
“You should run while you still can.”
I pressed myself against him, and his arm wound around my waist, pulling me tighter.
He was telling me to run, but I could feel it in his touch—he had no intention of letting me go anymore.
His hand snaked into my hair, and he gripped it tightly, painfully, angling my face so he could stare down into my soul. I shivered in delight.
“There will be no turning back, Ava. Once you’re mine, you can never escape me.
I will hunt you to the ends of this earth, I swear to all your fucking gods.
Are you sure you want that kind of fucked-up life?
Could you handle the psychotic obsession I have with you?
I want to fucking brand you, Princess. I want to leave my teeth marks on every inch of your skin, so everyone would know you’re mine.
I will fucking cut out anyone’s eyes who dares to look at you too long without my consent.
Mine!” he growled as his hand tightened painfully, possessively in my hair.
He shut his eyes again, trying to reign himself in.
His body was vibrating beneath my fingers.
“You will be mine, Ava. Do you grasp the gravity of that?”
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly, as fear and excitement gripped me. “I want you, Grayson. I want to be yours.”
His mouth crushed down onto mine.
I could think and feel nothing beyond him.
I moaned against his lips as his hands tightened their grip on me.
I parted my lips, wanting more. He wasted no time answering my wordless prayer.
His tongue slid against mine, the sensation of it rippling through me, awakening every nerve ending in my body.
I fisted my hand in his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss.
The taste of him, hit harder than any drug ever produced.
I would never get enough of him. One little taste had me hooked.
Grayson’s hands gripped my backside, lifting me off the ground.
I wrapped my legs around his torso and held on to him, like my life depended on it.
He was all I wanted, all I needed. My back connected hard with the car, making me whimper into his mouth.
He leaned with his weight against me, crushing our bodies together even harder.
But it still wasn’t enough. The more he touched me, kissed me, the more I wanted. Grayson seemed to feel the same way.
“Ava…” His moan sounded like a plea. I knew what he wanted.
“Yes,” I panted against his lips. “Please…”
We were a tangle of limbs as we tore at each other’s clothes. Everywhere his skin touched mine, heat simmered and burned. I was consumed by the sensation. By his hands exploring me, almost desperately. His fingers leaving marks on my flesh and my soul.
Grayson shifted us and I felt his rock-hard cock against me at my entrance.
But he didn’t move. Frustrated I broke the kiss, looking at him questioningly.
His face was contorted in concentration, his body vibrating from the effort of keeping still.
He took my arms and placed them around his neck then lifted me from the car, with his hands on my ass, keeping me up.
His eyes roamed across my face, hungrily.
“Move for me, baby,” his voice was low and thick with want.
I understood then, what he wanted. I wrapped my arms a bit tighter around his neck and bore my weight on his shoulders, while he moved his hands to my hips, steadying me.
I lowered myself onto him while I held his gaze.
We both stopped breathing as his tip slid into me.
The sensation made me arch into him. I couldn’t look away from his face that was slack with pleasure.
It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
I lowered myself again, feeling him stretch me out. I was utterly consumed, my body a trembling mess.
I lowered myself even more, and this time he met me with a slow thrust of his own, burying himself in me.
A sound between a gasp and a moan escaped me.
His arms wrapped tightly around my body.
He tugged at my hair, whipping my head back so he could claim my mouth again.
Grayson stoked the fire in me, with his tongue, until it devoured me.
“Grayson…” I pleaded.
He pulled out slowly, then thrusted back into me, hard. It was our undoing. My back hit the car again as we collided.
It wasn’t sweet or soft or tender. It was rough and carnal and ravenous, bordering on the edge of madness as he drove me further and further out of my mind.
Grayson gripped my jaw painfully. “Say it,” he growled as he slammed into me.
I tried to find my voice as he continued to defile me, hitting that spot that had me clawing at his back.
“Say it, Princess,” he repeated.
“I’m yours,” I panted, sealing the covenant between us. “Always.” I could never be anyone else’s. Not after this. Not after the way he was possessing me, claiming me under the full moon.
His thrusts became erratic, urgent. The force of it pushed me over the edge. The pleasure that had been building along my spine, exploded through me. Blinding me.
“Fuck, Ava! You feel so fucking good,” he growled as I pulsed around his cock, whimpering his name. He gave one last powerful thrust, the muscles in his back going rigid underneath my fingers as he found his own release.
He sagged against me, gripping the car with one hand to steady himself. He lowered his forehead to mine. The clouds of our breaths intermingling as we panted, coming down from the high.
“Mine,” Grayson whispered against my lips.
“Mine,” I echoed, pulling my fingers through his hair.
We stayed like that for a few more minutes, before the cold forced us back to reality. We were butt naked, on the side of the road, in the middle of the night. Grayson helped me get dressed, before putting on his own clothes.
I stared out over the lights of home, feeling dazed.
“Having second thoughts?” Grayson asked as he buttoned up his pants.
Peering over my shoulder at him, I smiled at the uncertainty and a little bit of panic in his eyes. “No.” I brushed a finger over my swollen lips as I watched him pull on his shoes.
“Then what’s on your mind, Princess?” He sauntered over to me and pulled my back against his firm, steady body. I melted into him. He felt so right.
I sighed, part contentment, part worry. It was a strange feeling, being this happy, but also feeling a deep sense of loss.
“I’m happier than I’ve ever been, but the people I love are probably sick to their stomachs worrying about me.” I brushed at the tears falling over my cheeks. “They’re probably lying awake in bed right now, wondering if I’m dead. Or worse. It’s not fair.”
Grayson held me even tighter. “What would you like to do?”
I contemplated it. “Do you think I could write them a letter? So they would know I was okay? I trust them. They won’t take it to the police if I ask them not to.” I turned to see what Grayson thought of it.
He nodded, his mind going a mile a minute. “You’d have to make sure they knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it’s you. Or it might create even more uncertainty… and heartbreak.”
I pursed my lips. Grayson lifted my chin.
“It’ll be okay, Ava. They will be fine.”
I wanted to believe him.