Chapter Thirty Grayson #2
My mouth went to her throat. I kissed and bit just enough to make her gasp.
Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails scoring my flesh.
She pulled me closer, and when I sucked the sensitive skin beneath her ear, knowing I’d leave a mark, she let out a soft, broken moan that damn near made me lose it and come right there.
I dragged my hands along her sides, down to her hips, and gripped hard enough to leave marks there, too. I needed them there. It was proof that she was mine.
Violet rocked against me, and the friction of her pressed against the thick ridge of my erection digging into her belly. I ground my teeth, clenched my jaw.
“God, baby,” I groaned, leaning down so my mouth hovered over the swell of her breast. I sucked, filling my mouth with her nipple, drawing on it until she cried out and arched, shoving herself harder against my tongue.
I used my other hand to knead the other breast, thumb rolling over the peak until she writhed.
She dragged her nails down my chest like she couldn’t get enough. The sting made me hiss . . . made me harder. I fucking loved that she wanted to mark me up as much as I did to her.
I pulled back to look down into her face. Her pupils were blown wide, her lips swollen and glossy from my kisses. I tangled my hands in her hair, making the locks even wilder. She looked ruined and perfect.
“Fuck me.” She said the words lewdly, and it turned me on.
I had her on the bed, back to the mattress, legs spread wide for me. I stared right between her thighs, and how slick and pink she was, how wet she fucking was for me. There was no stopping my actions as I knelt on the bed and ran my fingers through her slit, smearing her wetness around.
The groan that came from me was feral, fucking primal in its deepness. “Fuck, Violet. You’re soaked.”
Her hips bucked into my hand, chasing my fingers, seeking more. “Please,” she gasped, needy, shameless.
I slid two fingers into her, and she cried out, her walls clenching down tight. Fuck, I wanted my cock buried in her. Violet’s nails clawed at my arms, her body rocking to meet each thrust of my hand. I watched her, unable to look away from her face as ecstasy consumed me.
She was beautiful when she was coming undone. She was mine.
I twisted my fingers inside her, drawing a high-pitched moan from her. “You feel that?” I said, my mouth at her hip bone, her scent making me feel intoxicated. “You like that, baby?” I placed my thumb on her clit, rubbing her, the sounds coming from me guttural.
“Grayson. God,” she cried out.
I added another finger, scissoring them in her pussy. “That’s me stretching you open. Getting you ready for my cock.”
“Yes,” she cried, desperate. “I need you inside me.”
I pulled my fingers free, held them up, and waited until she was looking at me.
And then I sucked them into my mouth, groaning at her flavor.
“So fucking good,” I hissed when I pulled my fingers free.
I put my hands on her inner thighs, spreading her even wider, then lined myself up, notching the head at her entrance.
“Look at me when I take you.” She’d dropped her gaze to where we were about to be connected, but on my order she snapped her focus up to look at me with a wide-eyed expression.
Her eyes locked on mine. The second I thrust up into her, burying myself deep, her mouth fell open in a sharp cry. She was tight, hot, clenching around me like she’d been made to fit only me.
“Jesus Christ,” I gritted out, hands gripping her hips, forcing her down as I thrust up. “You feel so fucking good.”
Violet moved against me, lifting her hips, rolling them to get more of me inside her.
Her breasts bounced, shook in time with my thrusts.
Every drop of her pussy slickness coated my length and smeared along our inner thighs.
And every thrust made her cry out louder.
She was so fucking hot. I leaned in, unable to hold myself back.
I couldn’t stop kissing her, biting her lower lip until she whimpered into my mouth.
“Harder,” she begged, breathless. “Please, Grayson. I need it harder.”
Good God. I slammed into her, each thrust brutal, claiming.
The bed creaked under us, the headboard crashing against the wall.
The room filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, and the scent of our sweat and sex saturated the air.
Her nails raked my chest, her moans breaking into cries as I drove her closer to the edge.
“Come on, baby. I need you to come for me,” I demanded, my thumb back to circling her clit as I pounded into her. “Give me what I want, Violet.”
And like my good girl, she did just that. Her entire body seized, her cry sharp and raw as she shattered around me, clenching so tightly it ripped a groan from my chest. I thrust through it, dragging it out, watching her fall apart in my arms.
“Good girl,” I growled against her ear. “That’s it. That’s mine. All of it.”
I followed her over the edge, my release tearing out of me in a rush, my hips jerking as I emptied into her. I came so long, so fucking hard, I saw stars. It was an onslaught of continuous pleasure. My fucking back and balls ached for how hard I came.
When the last drop spilled from me and poured into her, I planted my hands on either side of her shoulders and rested my forehead against hers. I wished I could be locked in this moment forever, with our sweat drying and our breath slowing.
For a long time we stayed just like we were, her cheek pressed against my shoulder, her body still trembling. I kissed her damp temple, still buried deep inside her.
The world could choke the life right out of us—but right now, within these four walls, we were bonded, and no one would or could rip that apart.