Chapter 19 Grayson
NINETEEN
GRAYSON
She chooses violence.
I let her.
“You asshole!” she screams.
I brace for her storm of emotions as she launches into me, throwing wild swings.
It’s borderline adorable.
I wear her wrath; I anticipated as much. My primal need to hunt and claim her always had to have consequences.
And yet, beneath her fury, beneath the shattered fear still trembling through her limbs, her body remembers.
The way we move together. The way our chemistry snaps and crackles like a live wire. The way she’s always belonged to me, even before she knew it.
Her swings slow. Her breath stutters. Her hands shake as they crash against my chest one last time.
I step forward.
She steps back.
Again. And again. Until her spine meets the door.
I reach under her ass, lifting her. As much as her tears, her pleas, and flailing arms disprove my action, her legs clamp around me.
I push my body weight into her. Grabbing her wrists with both hands, I hold them restrained above her head.
“Please,” she whispers, and it’s not just fear in her voice now.
There’s something else.
Something darker. Something dangerous.
Something that’s wanting. “Baby, look at me.”
She purses her lips together, squeezing her eyes closed, shaking her head. Our chests are rising and falling in unison, my face hovering within an inch of hers. Just as she commands me, my body commands her. Her back arches instinctively into me without her consent.
“It’s me. It’s always been me.”
A sharp gasp. Then her lips part, and her eyelashes flutter. A beat later, her eyes open, looking first at my mouth before trailing up where our eyes meet. A myriad of emotions flash through them as she returns my gaze. I caress her cheek with my thumb, wiping away a tear.
“I should hate you,” she bites out.
I nod, breathing in her scent. “You should.”
“You've got massive issues.”
“Too many to count,” I agree. My gaze lowers to her lips. I want to bite them.
Her brows furrow. “What am I to you?”
My eyes return to fixate on hers. “My everything.”
Her turquoise eyes soften, shifting to lust… And I lose my remaining willpower.
Time and space align as my lips crash into hers.
I lick at the seam of her lips, demanding entry, and she invites me in.
Releasing her hands to pull her closer, I ply her intensely with the kisses I’d denied us both until this moment.
She moans into my mouth while fisting my hair and rolling her hips into mine.
I lift her away from the door and pull away from the kiss. She whimpers.
“I told you good girls get rewarded,” I taunt. “You’re not wearing my gift.”
She glares at me. “You fired an arrow at me.”
“I didn’t give you permission to remove it, Pip.”
“It fell out! Assho—"
I cut off her chiding by smothering her lips with mine. Then I crouch down to grab the duffle bag, sling it over my shoulder, and stand to open the door.
I drop the bag just inside, slamming the door shut with my foot, sealing us inside.
No more denying myself.
No more denying Pip.
I found her. I liked her. I love her. I’m fucking keeping her.
She’s the air my lungs needed. I can finally breathe at last.
I hold Pip tight against me as we cross the room. Her perfect ass in one hand, her disheveled hair bunched in the other. Her hands are clawing at my neck, pulling me in. Each kiss, each swipe and swirl of our tongues, is a war for dominance. It’s electric.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, she rolls her hips, seeking friction. The hardened peaks of her nipples cut through her damp dress, grazing my chest. My dick throbs with anticipation.
How has this woman evaded me for so long?
The moment I lower her to her feet, it’s a frenzy of hands and mouths, of fevered touches and desperate gasps, our need for each other crashing like a violent collision of fate.
As if my lips on hers had awakened a dormant addiction, Pip grips onto me like her life depends on it. Seeking pleasure, she grinds herself against me.
Her soft body, under my command, craves the kind of release only I can deliver. She begs to be owned.
Clothes are ripped away, tossed aside in reckless abandon.
Heat surges through my veins, setting every nerve ending on fire as my bare skin finally meets hers.
She’s exquisite.
I grab her hair, tilting her head back to expose the pale column of her throat.
I still a beat, admiring the rapid thrum of her heartbeat visible beneath her flesh.
Like the flutter of a hummingbird’s wings.
I place a lingering kiss there; she moans, and I feel her pulse spike against my lips.
I trail my kisses down the delicate skin, inhaling her, biting her, drinking in every gasp, every plea, every little sound that belongs to me.
Every whimper is more desperate than the last.
I want to savor this moment.
But goddamn, I’m losing the fight with myself.
After tonight, there will be no going back to who we were before. It’s kismet.
I will be hers.
She will be mine.
We will have forever.
Fuck.
I need to have her. “Say it," I demand, voice thick with hunger.
Her breasts heave against my chest. “Grayson,” she breathes out.
I groan into her skin, nipping at her collarbone.
“And who do you belong to, Pipsqueak?”
“You,” she mewls. “I belong to you.”
Damn, right.
I slowly sink to my knees, pulling her panties down as I go. Burying my nose into the slit of her pussy, I taste her.
“Fuck, baby! I could eat from this pussy and never tire of it.”
I suck, lick, and bite her delicious cunt as she bucks and runs her fingers through my hair. When her orgasm rips through her, I hold her steady, enjoying every little gasp and tremor.
I smile, nipping at her sensitive bundle of nerves. My girl was so worked up she couldn’t even wait for me to get her to the floor.
“Now get on your knees, facing the cushions,” I command. She grins and raises an eyebrow. I know she likes being submissive.
Damn, I need to be inside her.
When she’s in position, I go to the duffle bag and retrieve a few items. Taking off my jeans, I go back to her and lower myself on the floor behind her.
“Remember this?” I reach around to show the vibrating butt plug in my hand. She gasps.
“You’ve been back in my house? Is nothing sacred?”
“Your body is, and I’m going to worship the fuck out of it. Did you get this for yourself?”
“No. Viv got it as a birthday gift,” she replies, sheepishly.
I smile and kiss her shoulder. “Be a good girl and suck it for me.”
She does. And I reach around to caress her breasts, pressing my chest and erect cock against her. Kissing the back of her neck, I trail the device down her body, finding her sensitive nub and turning it on.
“Oh fuck!” she cries, melting into me as I hold her upright. I circle her clit and enjoy her writhing against me. I tease her, edge her, pulling the toy away each time she gets close to coming. Her fingernails dig crescent moons into the back of my neck, channeling her frustration into me.
I smile against her skin, dragging my teeth across her shoulder. “So needy,” I taunt.
I trace the toy to her center and plunge it inside, coating the silicone device in her arousal.
“You’re so wet for me,” I praise. “Are you on birth control?”
“An IUD,” she replies with a nod before tilting her head back and kissing me.
“Be a good girl, clench and hold that in there for me, and put your hands together in front of your hips.”
She does as I say.
I tie my belt around her wrists. She’s whimpering against the still vibrating device in her wet hole. I quickly pull the toy out, turn it off, and slip it back in.
“You cum when I say you can cum. Bend over.”
She does so, placing her restrained hands over the cushions. I reach down, grab the arrow I put beside me, and spank her ass with the fletching. She hums through pressed lips.
“More,” she begs. My cock bobs with excitement.
I trail it down her back and spank her again. Again. And again, until her perfect ass starts to turn pink. Putting the arrow aside, I pull the butt plug out, circling her clit, and place two fingers inside her, withdrawing them to coat her pleated entrance in her glistening wetness.
“Have you done this before?”
She shakes her head. I can’t help the self-satisfied smile that emerges, knowing I’ll be the first and last to fill her up this way. I tease the tight hole with the toy as she gently rocks against it.
“Fuck, you're perfection. Made just for me,” I say. “You want to be filled up by me, baby?”
“Yes!” She eagerly replies, pushing back.
Playing with her clit with one hand, I turn the plug on again with the other and inch it inside slowly. She hisses for a moment but relaxes as the device is fully seated.
“God, that feels good,” she moans.
“Wait for me,” I order, rubbing my cock against her. Grabbing her hips, I thrust forward.
Fuck. Heaven.
I still inside her. Her tight walls squeeze my length, sucking me in. Damn, she feels absolutely incredible.
I pull her upright, holding her restrained wrists behind her head. I kiss her back, watching our reflection in the window. The light from the fireplace dances on her skin as she sits speared on my cock. She's the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.
Bending her back over, I grip her hips as I withdraw and push in again, building my thrusts in tempo and force. Her pants become loud and desperate.
“Harder! Please, fuck me harder!” she begs, and I’m only happy to oblige.
She’s nearly coming when I pull my cock out and flip her over onto her back and quickly drive myself back into her wet heat.
“Look at me when you explode.”
She shivers under me.
“You’re mine, Pip. And I want to see the moment you fall apart for me. Show me.”
I grab the hand restraint for leverage to fuck her harder as her back arches over the cushions.
I feel the base of my spine tighten as her cries get louder. Her hot, slick walls quiver and tighten around me. “Now. Fucking cum for me!”
She cries my name as her body convulses beneath me. Her nipples tighten into little buds. Her glorious tits bounce with each thrust. Her throbbing pussy clenching around my dick brings me to orgasm with her. And I fill her with my seed, owning her, claiming her.
“Fuck! Pip!” I growl as the vibrations from her ass only intensify our pleasure. She is my fucking garden of Eden, and I feel like a god.
When our bodies return from our blissful high, I loosen the belt on her wrist. She’s breathless and limp beneath me. Reaching down, I slowly withdraw the toy. She bucks and lets out a hiss.
I descend down her body, pulling her leg over my shoulder, running my tongue over her slit, tasting our combined spend.
She gasps in shock. “Grayson!”
I smirk against her throbbing clit. I’ll never tire of hearing her say my name.
I was going to stop at the tasting. Grant her some respite. But I think I’ll keep going.
I devour her sweet pussy, until she’s screaming my name over and over again, coming undone.
Sweat glistens on her skin. She lies limp, panting, with an arm draped over her head. I stalk up my goddess’ body and lean into her. “Kiss me.”
She hesitates at first before grinning and pulling me in. Our tongues swirl to the taste of our sweet and salty bodies, mixing as one. We were made for each other.
We lie like this for a while, exploring and caressing each other. Adoring the other, until my cock decided he’d had enough of a rest. I plunged inside her once more.
“Again?” She is astonished, eyes wide as saucers.
“It took me forever to find you. This is just the beginning.”
I will claim her over and over until she can't walk. Then, I’ll know she’ll never be able to run from me.