The faint control he’d been clinging to shattered as he kissed her again—deeper, hungrier—his hands sliding from her face to her hips, pulling her flush against him so she could feel exactly what she did to him.Heat flooded between her legs, sharp and heavy, and her body arched into his instinctively.
He lifted her as though she weighed nothing, his hands strong beneath her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around his waist without thinking.Her back met the wall with a soft thud, but the impact barely registered over the sensation of Gray’s mouth moving down to her throat.
He kissed her with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue that made her gasp.Then he nipped lightly at the tender skin just below her ear.A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her, and a broken sound escaped her lips before she could contain it.
“Gray...”
His answering growl vibrated against her throat, primal and claiming.She felt the sound as much as she heard it, the deep rumble sinking straight into her core.Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her as he kissed a path down her neck, tasting her, savoring her, as though he needed to relearn every inch of her skin.
When his hands slid beneath her shirt, she sucked in a breath.The sensation of his touch skimming the underside of her breasts sent sparks dancing across her nerves.Electricity sparked where his fingers moved, glowing faintly beneath her shirt like embers catching flame.
He paused then, lifting his head to meet her gaze.His breaths came harsh and uneven, his eyes dark with desire and tenderness.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said.
The concern in his voice hit her as hard as the heat pooling between her thighs.
She cupped his face with shaking hands, her thumbs brushing along his jaw.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she whispered.“I want you.”
The bond thrummed in response, strong and sure.
And Gray finally let go of the last of his restraint.
With one smooth motion, he pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside.The cool air hit her heated skin for barely a second before his mouth covered her breast, his tongue circling her nipple in a slow, devastating spiral that made her cry out softly.Her back arched into him, her hands slipping into his hair as the sparks between them intensified.
Pleasure hit her in waves.Sharp, brightness rolled through her body with every stroke of his tongue, every tightening of his fingers at her waist.The bond flooded her senses with the warm, molten awareness of how much he wanted her, needed her, worshipped her.
And when he looked up at her from her breast, lips swollen and pupils blown wide with desire, Hannah felt her entire world tilt.
She had never been touched like this.Never been wanted like this.“Gray...”Her voice trembled.“Please...”
He lifted her higher, supporting her with one strong arm, and smiled against her skin.
“I’m not stopping until you fall apart for me,” he murmured.“So hold on.”
Gray’s mouth on her breast felt like worship, but when he lowered her to the bed, Hannah realized he had only just begun.The sheets were warm beneath her back, faintly scented with ozone.It steadied her even as her heartbeat thundered wildly in her chest.
Gray followed her down, dragging his body over hers with a controlled prowl that made her breath stutter.His weight pressed her into the mattress just enough to make her feel claimed, wanted, sought-after in a way she had never known.His lips traced a path along her jaw, down her throat, then over her collarbone, each kiss a burning imprint that left her quivering.
“Hannah...”His voice was low, velvety, nearly reverent as he braced himself above her.“You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
“Oh, I do.”The boldness in her voice surprised her.It surprised him too.His breath hitched, and she felt his control slip another precious inch.
He kissed her again, slower this time, as though trying to memorize the moment.His hand slid down her side, fingers splaying possessively over her hip, then lower, brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.The touch was light, exploratory, but it sent a shockwave through her that made her hips lift instinctively.
He groaned, the sound thick and hungry, and he followed her movement without hesitation.
“Open for me,” he demanded.
She did, because her body ached for him.Denying the bond felt impossible now.Her thighs parted beneath his guiding hands, and when he settled between them, the heat of his breath against her bare skin made her gasp.
He looked up at her once more, giving her a chance to stop him, but her answer was immediate and certain.
“Gray...please.”
He lowered his mouth to her.
