Pure adrenaline floods my veins, mixing with the need growing in my belly. It’s almost as if I lose control of my body; before I know what I’m doing, my hips shift forward and down, grinding on Greyson. He responds with a low groan and a nip to my lip, and his hands tighten around me, starting to control my movements. He grinds me on him harder and harder until I feel my arousal start to soak through my panties, and I worry I’ll leave a wet spot on his lap.
My hands wander his muscled form, sweeping over his broad shoulders, raking my nails down his biceps, splaying my palms on hisabs. Greyson eats the attention up, moaning into my mouth, and he kisses me with such vigor that it feels like he’s stealing the breath from my lungs.
Right now, I’d give it to him willingly. I might giveanythingfor him.
“Flower,” he rasps. “Fuck, Flower, I need to taste you.”
I gasp as he lifts me up and off of him, whimpering at the loss of contact. Then, my ass meets the hard wood of his desk. I blink up at him, feeling a little drunk, but Greyson doesn’t give me a moment to acclimate. His hands reach for the front of my jeans, fingers deftly unbuttoning and unzipping them. He yanks at them, grunts in irritation when they don’t budge, and lifts me to the ground only long enough to angrily get rid of the fabric separating him from his prize.
I shiver at his palpable need, desire, and the bone-deep knowledge that he wants me so much he’s willing to do anything to have me. This must be what true power feels like; having an extraordinarily strong, capable, and competent man desperate to get you naked so he can ravish you.
And ravish me he does.
Greyson tears off my panties with an impatient rip, lowers his head, and buries his face in my pussy. I bury my fingers in the satin-soft tresses of his hair and arch, releasing a loud cry as his tongue plunges into me.
“This right here is fucking nirvana,” he growls, pulling back to lock gazes with me. Both of us are still panting from the kiss, and I’m as aroused as I ever remember being, needing Greyson more than I ever have. “Best pussy in the fucking world. Even better because it’s mine.”
He slides two fingers into me, shocking a cry out of me. “Who does this belong to?” he demands.
“You,” I respond immediately.
His eyes glimmer with pleasure, and he curves his fingers upwards, as if to reward me. “And who doyoubelong to?”
I swallow, a ball of emotion lodging deep in my chest. I’ve never belonged to anyone—not really. My father tried to own me, he failed; then, I tried to build my own identity, to own myself, but that proved… difficult.
It’s only here, where I get to work in a greenhouse every day and come home to a man who looks at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world, that I’ve truly regained a solid sense of identity. I know who I am now.
And I know that, aside from myself, I belong to the man who has his fingers buried deep inside me.
“Who, Scarlett?” Greyson asks, a hard edge to the words.
“Me,” I breathe out. “And you.”
He nods. “Good enough.”
He leans down again, head disappearing, and I take a beat to admire the insanely erotic picture he paints. His face hidden as he focuses on the task of getting me off. Fingers clutching at the soft skin of my thighs so hard I know I’ll have bruises later. Broad shoulders holding my legs open.
Then, his lips fix around my clit and gently suck, and my mind clears of all thought as blinding pleasure courses through me. I don’t know if it’s the emotional connection between us as much as the physical, or just Greyson’s talent—whatever it is, I come immediately, and the orgasm is borderline blinding. A raspy cry tears past my lips and black spots appear in my vision as I clutch Greyson’s head, grinding against his face and riding out my orgasm to its end.
Greyson doesn’t give me a moment to come down from my high. He picks me up from the desk and bends me over it, leaving my hands haplessly clutching for something to hold onto for purchase.
“This is gonna be fast and rough, Flower,” he grits out. I hear him fumbling with his zipper, and barely a heartbeat later he thrusts inside me with such fervor it borders on violence. I grip the edges of the desk, releasing a long moan. My pussy is still convulsing from my orgasm, and as Greyson starts to power in and out of me like his life depends on it, my orgasm reignites with a vengeance.
Cries leave my lips in rapid succession, punctuated by the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.
“Such a good fucking girl,” Greyson growls. “My precious Flower.My Scarlett.” He reaches around to press his fingers to my clit, and I sob. “Come for me again, Scarlett. Makemecome with the tightest, sweetest pussy ever—yes, just like fucking that.” His insanely hot dirty-talk cuts off as his cock starts pulsing, shooting his release deep inside of me, owning me completely.
I’m barely coherent as he slides out of me, gathers me in his arms, and carries me to the shower. My head lolls against his chest as he washes my body with gentle, reverent touches, and when he carries me to bed, curling himself around me, a strange, unfamiliar feeling takes root in my soul.
Contentment. Maybe for the first timeever, I’m content here, with Greyson.
Greyson’s chest rises and falls beneath my cheek, his heartbeat steady, his warmth soaking into my skin and burrowing deep. I feel… safe. Whole. His arm is a heavy anchor around my waist, holding me close, chaining me to a future that I’m surprisingly okay with.
I want to stay here, with him, forever.
Then, a blaring alarm cuts through the room, and cold douses the warmth coursing through me.
A steady, loud, high-pitchscreechof a noise comes through the ceilings and the walls. It drills into my skull, high-pitched and merciless, disrupting the stillness.
