“Oh, I love when you make that sound,” he told me.
Gray didn’t stop. He placed an arm around my waist so that my back arched up and angled me so he could drive in deeper.
“Cum for me, Quentin.”
He picked up the pace, and my nails dug into his forearms as he pushed me over the edge. My muscles tensed, and I threw my head back in pure ecstasy.
I’d barely come down from the orgasm when Gray’s hand stroked my sensitive clit, making me whimper again. He growled in response, pulling out of me as he played with my overstimulated bundle of nerves and then pushed back into me.
“No,” I breathed, unable to find a moment of clarity with the way he played with my body. “Oh, Gods.”
Gray removed his hands. “What did I tell you? Only me.”
I looked at him, lips parted and nodded, desperately needing to feel his hand again.
“Say my name,” he demanded.
“Gray.” It was a pathetic whimper of a sound.
“Louder.”
I bit my lip as his fingers teased over my clit again, and I ached for him to move.
“Gray!”
“Such a good girl,” he crooned, and there was a sense of satisfaction at his approval.
He pressed his fingers down on my clit and rubbed, thrusting in and out until I found myself on the edge. Before long, my legs began to shake, and soon, Gray had delivered my second orgasm. My body was spent from a morning in the sun and the ecstasy he had supplied me.
He pulled himself out of me, his dick resting against my thigh, slick and hard and throbbing. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. Gray’s hands found my hips, and he flipped me over so that my front was against the floor before pulling me to my knees.
I didn’t protest. I didn’t want to.
His rough fingers brushed against my ass gently before he brought his palm down against it in a stinging slap and I yelped in pain. Anger filled me, but the fire was doused as he massaged the spot, soothing the sting that he’d brought with his blow.
Suddenly, Gray entered me again, without warning. The side of my face pushed against the floor with the force.
“Fuck me, Quen,” Gray groaned. “You feel like heaven.” He pushed his hips until he found the spot.
I cried out his name. “Gray! Yes!”
“You cum only for me. Do you understand?”
He continued to thrust into me, setting a pace again. My legs felt weak, knees in pain from the hard wood beneath them. His aura wrapped around me to keep me in the position. Gray wasn’t trying to satisfy me anymore. He was using me to find his own high, and I let him.
“No one but you,” I agreed.
The words fell out of my mouth with no prompting. I curved my spine, pushing my ass further back so Gray could go deeper. Every inch of him filled me, and it was better than I remembered.
“Fuck,” he grunted.
Gray’s fingers sank into the soft flesh of my hips. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d leave bruises. He jerked before shuddering and cumming inside of me.
He slipped himself out of me, and I felt the trickle down my inner thighs. Both times we had sex, Gray had left me in a complete mess. His aura placed me gently on the floor, where he joined me.
I rolled onto my back, head turning to face Gray, and I watched as the darkness faded from him. His veins returned to a dull blue, his eyes sharp and bright again, and his aura disappeared from around us as he gained control and composure again.
“See how much better it feels when you give in to me?” he asked.
