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 overwhelmingrightnessof 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.”
Shewasmade 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.
