12. Scarlet #2
All I did was brush a finger against his. That was all it took for him to fling my hand away and jump to his feet. I was so stunned that I almost fell backward but managed to grab the arm of the chair in time.
“Don’t you understand what I’m saying?” He was wild, shouting, the sound filling the cabin while I shrank in fear.
“Stay away from me! I’m trying to keep you away from him.
Why the fuck would I let you get too close to me?
It would defeat the entire fucking purpose.
Because we’re the same, don’t you get it? I am no better than he is!”
A single tear rolled down my cheek, hot and bitter.
He wasn’t Dominic. He could never hurt me so viciously.
He wouldn’t control me, lock me away, isolate me from the rest of the world.
He wouldn’t lash out with a slap or a closed fist. I wasn’t afraid to let him touch me.
He didn’t make me flinch when he came too close.
No, I wanted Grayson to come closer. He was the one pushing me away.
“Oh shit.” Slamming a fist into his other palm, he bared his teeth. “This is what I’m talking about. Do you get it now? This is all I’m capable of. I want to hurt something. I need it more than anything.”
Rising slowly, trembling, I met his gaze. Why am I doing this? Something beyond my reach was forcing me to. I had no other choice. “I know you won’t hurt me, which is why we’re here now. You’ve already shown me who you are, and you can’t convince me otherwise.”
His jaw ticked. He opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. Dark, burning eyes traveled over my face while his chest rose and fell almost as rapidly as mine. I wasn’t afraid. Not of him.
Not even when one arm shot out so his hand could wrap around the back of my neck. He held me that way for a single heartbeat, his fingers tightening, tendons popping on his neck.
Then he pulled me in the way he did before, making me crash against him.
He claimed my mouth, and I was too happy to let him, parting my lips to invite his tongue inside.
God, he was so strong and overwhelming, holding my head in place with one hand while he plundered my mouth and wrapped his other arm around me.
It was like a steel band crushing me to him, stealing my breath and the will to resist. Not that I wanted to resist.
This time, there was no holding back. The darkness I saw him in wrapped itself around me, pulling me deep into an unspeakable sensation. When my hands slid up over his chest, I felt the heavy beating of his heart under my palm, racing the way mine did.
Grayson pulled his head back, breaking the kiss, his breath hot against my face. “Remember,” he growled, sending a shiver up my spine. “I warned you. I tried.”
Then he lifted me off my feet and carried me to the bedroom, where he dropped me onto the bed without explanation, not that I needed one.
Not when my body burned for him, when my pussy flooded and throbbed.
I reached for him, hungry, desperate, and he lowered his body over mine so my hands could slide over his exquisite body.
His muscles bunched and flexed as he ground his thickening dick against me through his pants.
I didn’t know it could be like this. I didn’t know my body could leap into life like a flame at the simplest kiss.
But there was nothing simple about this and the way he claimed my mouth again, bruising my lips before painting my skin with his tongue.
I threw my head back, silently begging for more, and he delivered by lapping his way down my throat and making me burn.
It was the sweetest fire, enough to make me moan, whimper, and writhe against him. I needed more—all of him.
Wrapping my legs around his ass, I pulled him in, jerking my hips in desperation.
The pressure in my pussy was already too much, bordering on pain, demanding relief only he could deliver.
“Please…” I whined, arching my back when his mouth traveled over my chest to catch my nipple through the cotton top.
Grazing it with his teeth, it sent white-hot bolts of electricity straight to my clit.
Clearly, that wasn’t enough for either of us.
Pushing himself up on his knees, he yanked the tank top over my head in one quick motion, then held my arms over my head with one hand while he bent to suck, nip, and draw one broken cry after another from deep in my core.
There was something almost scary about the way he feasted on me—no tenderness, no gentleness.
He wanted, and he took.
And I gave.
“Yes, yes,” I moaned, his hands now sliding down my sides as he kissed his way down my stomach.
When he reached my waistband, he wasted no time pulling it away from my skin, taking it along with my thong.
The faint scruff on his cheeks chafed my skin when he ran his face over my thighs, marking them with his teeth, parting them once I was naked, exposing all of me.
I opened my eyes, panting for breath, watching him stare down at me. Every ragged breath he took made the tension in my core that much more unbearable until there was nothing I could do but raise my hips like some wanton slut. Inviting him, no, begging him.
And I was rewarded when he descended all at once, covering my pussy with his mouth, driving his tongue into my folds without any preamble or taking the time to ease me into it. Who needed to be eased? I was already aching, dripping wet, ready for him.
Fireworks exploded behind my closed eyes.
How was it so good? Every inch of me hummed, buzzing, while his greedy tongue invaded my most private places.
He pushed it inside me, lapped up to my clit, circling it while I damn near lost my mind.
It was almost too much. When I pulled back a little, trying to ease the intensity, he took me by the hips and held me still, forcing me to take it.