“Grayson, God of Chaos,” Scott whispered after a moment of silence. “I need you. I ask of you to deliver me solace from the chaos I feel. Please. Please, Gray,” she muttered, stumbling over the words.
Her hips bucked up, and I pinned them to the bed with my hands. The tip of my cock lined up to her entrance, and she whimpered again.
“I need you to answer this for me,” she said, looking desperate. “I need you in me.”
Pushing into her slowly, Scott closed her eyes again, and I kissed her to suppress a moan. She was flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, completely undone, compared to her usual persona. I deepened the kiss, tongues brushing against each other lazily as I pushed my hips forward, sinking further into her. Scott pulled her legs up, granting me deeper access, and I felt the heat and grip of her pussy tight around me.
We were pressed together, skin sticking to each other. I kissed along her jaw and back to her mouth, setting a rhythm. I’d waited for this and wanted to make it worth it. I picked up the pace before slowing down again.
“Gray, please,” Scott begged.
She’d never said please as much as she had in the bedroom tonight.
“Please.” It was a moan this time. “Fuck me harder.”
I continued to kiss around her neck and shoulder, biting and sucking at the skin. “Since you asked so nicely.”
My hips thrust against her, hard and fast, hand slipping between us so I could play with her clit. Scott’s nails dug into my shoulders, breaking skin as her body arched up against mine.
“Gray!”
Her walls tightened around me as her body succumbed to the high that I’d given her. Slowly, she opened her eyes, hazy as she tried to focus on me.
“You haven’t —” she started.
“Watch,” I commanded her.
I wanted her to watch me. Wanted her to see that with every depraved thought she had of me, I had of her.
Pinning her hands above her head again, I bucked into her. There was nothing gentle about my movements. The raw feeling of being inside of her spurred me on. Biting down on her shoulder, I broke the skin with ease, and she gasped at the pain. But I didn’t care. I was only focused on myself. On getting my release.
“Let me feel you, Gray.”
Looking up at her, with a small trickle of blood on my lips, I soaked her in. Scott’s hair was wild against the pillows, pupils wide, and lips swollen. There were no words in any language, past or present, that could describe the perfection beneath my body. She’d been driven to this point by me. The sight of her made me buck roughly into her, wanting to leave my mark and claim her body. Scott’s fingers dug into my flesh and her eyes screwed shut as she took my rage and lust. I fell over the edge as my spine curved and I thrust deep into her one last time, filling her with my cum.
I collapsed on top of Scott, and she buried her head into my hair. Of all the centuries of life, of all the beings I’d pleasured; this night with Scott had topped them all. The sight and feel of her would be burnt into my brain for the rest of my existence.
The thin tendrils of my aura that hung around us dissipated as I regained control.
A silence settled in the room.
We’d crossed the line that both of us believed we were strong enough to resist.
I pulled myself away from her. No words needed to be said. We’d met our understanding. The thing we both wanted, we’d got, and now we could go our separate ways. Continue to live our lives.
Wrapping my aura around me, I left the room without a word.
The hot beads of water hit my body as I turned on the shower and my muscles ached dully at the soft pressure. Closing my eyes, I let the memories of last night flood my mind, bringing a small smile to my lips and a slickness between my legs.
I don’t think I’d ever been so satisfied after sex.
But that was it. I’d fed my curiosity. I had an answer, which meant that I could focus on work and my life again, instead of focusing on Gray.
Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and scooped my hair into another. When I looked in the mirror, my gaze darted along the bruises that decorated my skin and landed on the harsh bite mark at my shoulder. My fingers brushed against it gingerly. I’d need to wear something that covered it.
On the counter, my phone buzzed with a message from Charlie.
Hey. Didn’t see you before you left. Everything okay? x
