Chapter Seven #2
Gray made a low, satisfied noise and did it again, firmer this time, savoring her reaction. The bond sent sparks skittering over her skin, tiny fireworks exploding with every flick of his tongue. She felt his hunger and the way her pleasure hit him as though he were the one unraveling.
He closed his lips around her clit and sucked gently.
Hannah gasped, her whole body tightening. Desire flooded her in a rush that left her dizzy. Her hips lifted involuntarily, chasing his mouth, and Gray responded instantly, gripping her thighs to hold her in place as he licked her with deep, slow strokes that made her legs tremble uncontrollably.
“Gray—oh God—”
Her voice broke, and he groaned against her, the vibration sending another shockwave through her.
He devoured her with a focus that bordered on reverence, like tasting her was the first real breath he’d taken in years.
His tongue circled her clit, then pressed lower to tease her entrance before sliding back up in a rhythm that built exquisitely, relentlessly.
She fell apart for him faster than she expected. Her body tightened, pleasure coiling and rising until she could barely breathe.
“I—I’m—” The words tangled in her throat.
“I know,” he murmured against her, voice thick with hunger. “Come for me, Hannah. I want to feel you fall.”
His tongue flicked hard, his lips sealing around her clit, and the world shattered.
Pleasure rushed through her in a blinding wave.
Electricity rippled across her skin, luminous sparks dancing over the sheets as she cried out his name.
Gray held her through the storm, licking her through each spasm, until she was shaking beneath him, breathless and limp with the force of her release.
When she finally stilled, he kissed her inner thigh reverently and looked up at her with eyes darkened by desire.
“Hannah,” he said, climbing up her body. “I need to be inside you.”
Gray moved over her with a slow, deliberate intensity that made Hannah’s breath catch all over again.
He braced himself on his forearms, caging her in with the solid heat of his body while still giving her space to breathe.
Every inch of him radiated tension, but the way he looked at her was what unraveled her most.
Not just with desire. Not just with possessiveness. But with wonder.
“Hannah...” Her name was a low reverence on his lips, a confession he couldn’t shape into words.
She lifted a hand to his face, tracing her fingers along the sharp line of his jaw, marveling at how soft his expression became beneath her touch. He leaned into her palm for a single breathtaking heartbeat, closing his eyes as though the contact soothed a place in him that had ached for years.
“Come here,” she whispered.
His lips descended on hers in a deep, slow, kiss. It was devastatingly intimate, as though he wanted to pour everything he’d ever felt into her mouth and let her drown in it.
His hand slid down her side, fingers brushing the curve of her waist, then lower, gripping her hip in a way that made her thighs fall open around him. The heat of his body pressed against her inner thigh, and when his hips shifted, the hard length of him glided along her slick folds.
Her breath fractured.
“Gray...” she whispered against his mouth, her voice shaking with anticipation she couldn’t hide.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his breathing harsh, his eyes molten.
“I’ve imagined this,” he said, voice roughened to gravel, “more times than I should admit. But nothing could compare to how it feels to have you under me.”
Pleasure fluttered, sharp and sweet.
“Then take me,” she said. “I want to feel all of you.”
His control shattered.
He kissed her again, deeper, fiercer, while his hand slid between them, guiding himself to her entrance. The moment the head of his cock brushed her, Hannah could feel the raw edge of his desire crashing into her, magnifying her own.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said.
“It won’t be,” she breathed. “I need you. All of you.”
Her legs tightened around his waist, drawing him deeper, inviting him in. Gray sucked in a breath, his entire body tensing above hers as though fighting instinct itself.
Then he pushed inside her, agonizingly slow, until the stretch of him filled her inch by heated inch. Her mouth fell open on a broken gasp. The pleasure wasn’t gentle. It was consuming, intense enough to make her fingers clutch at his shoulders as heat flooded her entire body.
“Oh—God—Gray—”
He groaned, head dropping to her shoulder as he sank deeper, her tight, wet heat pulling him in. Every inch he pushed was a shockwave through her senses, their bond lighting up with each movement, a glowing thread tying them tighter.
“Hannah...” His voice cracked.
He bottomed out with a shudder, his hips flush against hers, their bodies perfectly joined. The world narrowed to the place where they connected. To the heat. The stretch. The impossible rightness. To the bond flaring like white fire between them.
She cupped his face, bringing his gaze to hers. His eyes burned.
“Move,” she whispered. “Please.”
The last thread of his restraint snapped.
Gray drew back slowly and thrust into her again with a deep, rolling motion that made pleasure arch through her in a molten wave. She cried out, her nails dragging down his back, and he thrust again, deeper this time, groaning her name.
The bond was brighter and insistent. Neither of them were going to survive this unchanged.
Gray’s thrusts began slow, deliberate. Each one was a deep, rolling strike that forced Hannah’s breath to leave her in soft, helpless moans.
The weight of him, the heat of him, the overwhelming rightness of him filled her completely.
Every time he moved, pleasure rippled through her in waves that made her toes curl and her fingers cling to his shoulders as though she might fall without him anchoring her to the world.
He was thick, stretching her just enough to make her gasp with every press of his hips. But what made her tremble even more was the way he watched her as he moved. His gray eyes burned with hunger.
“Hannah...” he breathed, voice barely holding together, “every time I push into you, I feel the bond pull tighter.”
A flicker of power sparked across her skin with every movement of his body inside hers. The bond didn’t feel like a gentle linking anymore. It was alive, pulsing, reaching, hungry.
“Gray...” Her voice broke around his name.
His control ruptured.
He dropped to his elbows, wrapping an arm beneath her lower back, lifting her hips to meet his next thrust. The angle changed and Hannah cried out, her head falling back as pleasure crested white-hot through her veins.
“Don’t stop.”
He groaned against her neck, the sound raw and guttural, vibrating through her body.
“I won’t,” he promised, thrusting harder. “I couldn’t. Not when you feel like this. Not when your body is pulling me in like you were made for me.”
She was made for him. She felt it in every cell, every nerve, every breathless cry that tore from her throat.
Her hips moved with his, her body finding the rhythm with instinct older than memory.
Sparks danced between their skin, brighter now, flickering in arcs that lit the room in soft, wild bursts of blue.
Her pleasure built with each thrust, tightening low in her abdomen, coiling like a spring wound too tight. Gray experienced each of her ragged breaths, the way her thighs clenched, and how her body gripped him when he hit the perfect spot again and again.
He pulled back enough to watch her face, his hips still moving in strong, deep strokes.
“You’re going to come again,” he said. “And I want to see you do it. Look at me.”
She forced her gaze up, and the moment their eyes met, electricity snapped between them. His dominance wasn’t harsh; it was reverent, intense, threaded with a desperate tenderness that made her chest tighten.
“Good,” he breathed when she held his gaze. “Stay with me. I want to feel you fall apart around me.”
He thumbed her clit and circled it in time with his thrusts.
Hannah came shaking and crying his name.
Pleasure slammed into her, sharp and bright and overwhelming.
Her body arched beneath him, her cry tearing free as her walls clenched around him, milking him in a rhythm that made him curse against her throat.
Electricity burst across her skin in brilliant arcs, her power reacting to the intensity of her orgasm.
Her climax hit him like a shockwave. He gasped against her ear, his control slipping as her body squeezed him in wave after wave.
“Hannah,” he groaned, voice ragged,
His hips faltered. His rhythm broke. He was close.
Gray’s body tensed above her, every muscle tight, every breath harsh and uneven.
Hannah felt his climax approaching before he said a word.
It was a tremor rolling through the earth, a gathering storm too powerful to contain.
His hips drove into her with deep, shuddering thrusts, each one less controlled than the last, each one fueled by pleasure so intense it ricocheted through her in answering waves.
He buried his face against her neck, groaning her name in a voice that vibrated down to her bones.
“Hannah, I’m coming.”
She tightened her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper. “Don’t hold back,” she commanded. “I want all of you. I want to feel you deep.”
That was all it took.
Gray let out a half growl, half plea, and thrust into her one final time. He came hard, spilling into her with a force that made his entire body shudder. Hannah felt every bit of the climax that tore through him, not just in her body but through the bond connecting them.