Chapter Seventeen Violet #2
He kissed his way down, slowly enough to make me lose all sense of reality. When he reached my hip bone, he paused, lifting his head, eyes dark and questioning.
“Yes,” I said, the word already half a moan. His warm breath moving along the top of my pussy had me softening further for him.
“I’ve got you, Violet. Always.” When he bent his head again, there was nothing careful left in him.
The first touch of his mouth on my pussy exploded something powerful in me.
The heat of his mouth, the velvet press of his tongue, and the way he kissed me tenderly, reverently in between erotic sucking, was obscene in the best way.
My hands found his hair, and I threaded my fingers through the damp strands, not tugging, just holding him right where he was. I should have been embarrassed that my hips moved on their own, as if on instinct. Grayson followed every lift and shift like he’d been made to get me off.
“Please,” I said, not sure what I was asking for, but as if he read my mind, Grayson knew what I needed. He used his tongue to paint shapes and words on my lips and clit before plunging inside me, mimicking the act of sex.
The world narrowed until the sound of my breath was the only thing I could hear.
“Come for me.” His words vibrated against my clit, and I gave him what he wanted.
When I came, I did it with my eyes open, staring at the ceiling because it was the only solid thing in that moment.
The world felt alive all around me. He didn’t stop until my shivers turned to soft sighs and moans and my arms fell to my sides, the weight of them too much for me to hold up any longer.
He kissed the inside of my thigh once, a soft motion that meant a hell of a lot, and covered my body with his, the length of his cock sliding over my soaked pussy, right between my slit.
He braced his weight on his forearms so he wouldn’t crush me, and kissed me, making me taste myself on his lips and tongue.
“You still doing okay?” he asked between kisses.
I nodded, languid from my orgasm. “God, yes.”
He chuckled softly. “You ready for more?”
“Don’t stop,” I whispered, my breath hot against his ear.
The rain outside hammered the windows, a chaotic rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. He moved like a man who had reached his limit, like every careful restraint he’d held on to had finally snapped.
My hands found his back and clawed at him, my nails biting into his skin as he ground against me, pressing me harder into the mattress.
I felt wild and untamed, crazed with the need to be with him in every way possible. My lips found his again, messy and urgent, my tongue sliding against his like I was trying to devour him. And I felt like I was.
This had been building between us for far too long. Weeks of stolen touches and pent-up tension that neither of us had the courage to break—until tonight. Until right now.
Sweetwater Lake was in a constant spiral of fear, with a cult claiming sanity, people being killed, cryptic, ancient markings being carved into bodies . . . demons coming back for me, and the news a constant spiral of fear.
But in this room, none of that mattered. Right here, right now, it was just Grayson and me, and our undeniable need to be closer.
My breasts pressed against his chest, and he seemed untamed, as if he wanted to crawl inside me.
His length was thick, hot, and hard, throbbing against my hip, smearing the wet proof of his need leaking out of him along my skin.
I moaned into his mouth, my hands sliding down to grip his hips, pulling him tighter.
“I need you inside me,” I gasped, breaking the kiss just long enough to say it.
He pulled back, groaning as he gripped my knees and pushed my legs open, baring the most intimate parts of me to his hungry gaze.
“I’m burning alive,” I admitted in a fevered whisper.
Grayson groaned again, curses spilling from his red and swollen lips. And then he shifted, so he was between my thighs again. “I need a taste. Just a taste.” His tongue dragged along my slit, slow and deliberate, and the sounds coming from him made me shudder for him all over again.
I arched my back and spread my thighs wider. I gasped when he leaned back and notched the head of his erection at my opening, his eyes never leaving mine. For a second, time stood still as he braced his hands on either side of my head.
The first push was slow, a steady stretch that made me moan as the ache unfolded into pleasure.
Grayson filled me, stretching every part of me from the inside out until I felt like I was splitting apart.
I held still when he was all the way in, forehead touching mine, breaths matching.
My inner walls tightened around him like a vise.
It made the pain and ecstasy even more intense.
“God, you feel so good,” he muttered, his hands gripping my hips as he drove in me deeper before pulling out and repeating the process. He felt so big that he stretched me to the point of pain.
I felt like we’d been made for each other. He started slow, letting me adjust to his size, giving my body time to get used to what was happening. But with each passing second, his thrusting became faster, a little harder. He was losing control, and I was surprised at how much I wanted that.
Before long, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with my soft moans and Grayson’s hard grunts.
I felt more desperate and knew I was close to going over the edge once more.
“Give it to me again, Violet,” he breathed, one hand sliding down so he was moving between my legs.
He rubbed my clit and snarled, “Just let go.”
I’d never seen Grayson so unhinged before.
My body tensed, my pussy clamping down on his cock as I came with a cry that had my entire body tightening painfully.
The second time I came, it was messier, a rush that made my toes curl and my fingers bite into his shoulders.
He ground into me through it, breath hot at my ear, like he wanted to climb into my body and stay there.
When he finally let go, it was with a guttural sound, my name falling from him as he pressed as deep as he could inside me and stayed there, trembling. I felt his dick throbbing inside me before he finally went over the edge.
We were panting, a sweaty mess, our bodies locked in this erotic standstill that had every negative thing fading away. Outside, rain tracked down my windows like a thousand hands. For once, I felt like the dark and evil things were being kept out.
All I could do was watch with eyes peeled open wide as Grayson came. He tipped his head back, tendons in his neck standing out, the muscles in his chest a stark visual of his masculinity. He spilled inside me. I felt it . . . the hot pulses of him letting go.
When we were sated, we stayed like that for a moment, both of us panting and trembling, before he finally pulled out.
He rested his face in the crook of my neck, and I closed my eyes, my lips swollen from kissing.
Finally, when our breathing was even, he lifted his weight off me, and I opened my eyes to look at him.
Grayson looked back at me like he could see straight through to my soul, and for the first time in forever, I felt something other than fear.
He kissed me again, soft and slow this time, and I felt like he was pouring his secrets right into me.
For a while neither of us moved. The air calmed, and the storm softened.
He slid out and pulled the covers over us like he was hiding us from the world. I curled against him, head on his chest, and listened to his heartbeat slow. Its steady rhythm made me feel calmer.
“Stay with me,” I whispered. “Don’t leave.” He stroked my hair and smiled softly.
“I won’t.” No hesitation.
We were quiet long enough that I thought he’d fallen asleep. But I knew he hadn’t. Grayson seemed like a man who was always watchful, always in control.
“Violet,” he said eventually. He said my name tenderly. “If you’re scared . . . of anything, tell me, okay, baby? Even if you think it’s nothing.”
I tightened my arm around his waist. I thought about the text. I’m so glad we finally found you, Vienna. I wanted him to know, had told myself I would tell him, but right now I wanted to stay in this warm, safe bubble. At least for tonight. Tomorrow . . . tomorrow I’d tell him the truth.
“I will,” I finally said, just giving him those two words, knowing he wouldn’t press.
He rested his chin against my crown and ran his hand up and down my arm in soothing motions. His other hand slid under the blanket, fingers finding mine. He laced our fingers and held me like I was his lifeline.
Time stretched out, and my eyes drifted closed. When I opened them again, the lamp felt too bright. I reached to click it off, knowing that with Grayson here, I was safe. The shadows and claws of my past couldn’t reach me.
The world outside might be falling apart, but right here, nothing could touch us.