“Did you miss me, Quen?” Gray asked, moving his mouth from my nipple. The amusement laced his words. “Your soul is mine, but so is your body. I own every inch of you.”
I hummed in response, words lost in satisfaction. Did neural networks temporarily collapse under the weight of immense pleasure?
He added another finger, stretching me while he continued to play with my clit. “Does that bother you?”
My hips bucked against his hand, wanting more from him, but Gray took his time, curling his fingers in a way that made me grip the blankets beneath me.
“No,” I breathed, but the word slipped into a moan.
“Are you sure? Because there will be no turning back.”
“I’m yours,” I said, looking up at him. “Only yours.”
“Perfect girl,” he praised, making me melt further into the sheets.
Gray kissed me deeply and removed his fingers. My hips lifted, following them, but his cock soon replaced them. My walls stretched to accommodate him and he angled me so he could push in deeper. Pulling back, he locked black eyes with mine. Gray braced himself on one arm as the other held my hip. He pulled out until just the tip of him remained inside me before pushing back in as deep as he could go. Each movement was slow and deliberate and the pleasure built as his hand moved to pinch and rub my clit. My eyes fluttered shut, giving in to the intense pleasure that he was building.
“Keep them open, golden girl,” he demanded. “I want to see you come undone this time.”
I did as he said, fighting against instinct. Pure gold was reflected in his deep black eyes. The wisps of our auras mingled around us as my hips bucked to meet his. My nails dug into his shoulders and ribs, and my toes curled as he hit the spot each time. His skin broke beneath the pressure of my touch, but he didn’t complain, pressing his forehead against mine.
“Gray,” I groaned.
The pleasure grew until it felt like I couldn’t bear it. We were usually so caught up in lust, chasing the pleasure after pain, but this felt different. Every single movement, every single breath, was purposeful. Like Gray was trying to convey emotions he would never be able to put into words, but I understood. I knew what he wanted to say.
A tear escaped my eye, sliding down my cheek, and he kissed it away before his lips found mine again. I wanted to drink him in. The way we moved together—breaths and hearts in sync—I didn’t want it to end.
I wrapped my legs around the back of his thighs, wanting him as physically close as possible. Was it possible to stay like this forever? Suspended in time with our only priorities being each other.
“Gray,” I muttered against his lips. “I’m so close.”
“Wait for me. Wait.”
He picked up the pace, removing his hand from my clit and making me whimper. I didn’t know if I could hold on, especially as I watched the way he was coming undone. His entire body was covered in a sheen that highlighted his muscles, and dark hair fell across his forehead. But it was the way he kept his gaze on me, hungry and loving and obsessed, that pushed me to the edge.
“I can’t,” I panted.
“Come for me, darling.”
With his blessing, I let myself tip over the precipice into earth-shattering bliss. It ripped through my body in waves, making me arch off the bed, and Gray filled me until I couldn’t hold anymore.
Slowly, we both drifted down from our high and I opened my eyes to look at him. He stared back with a lazy smile pasted across his face and his dick still pulsing inside of me.
“I love you, Quentin,” he said.
“I love you too, Grayson.” Then I noticed something between us that made me panic. “Gray, what is that?”
I’d yet to remove myself from her. It was safe to say Quen and I had fucked like rabbits since the first time we gave in, but this was different. I wanted her to know that she was safe with me. That I treasured her and that nothing could separate us.
Every time she admitted she loved me, a strange warmth ran through my body, resonating deep in my soul. After millennia of searching for a speck of clarity in all my chaos, she delivered it with her very existence.
“Gray, what is that?”
She looked at my chest, and I tucked my chin in, following her gaze. A mix of gold and black strung between our hearts, connecting us. I glanced back to her face, carefully sliding out of her and taking the space beside her on the bed. The connection didn’t falter.
“I assume this is more of our bond,” I told her.
Her fingers brushed against it, passing through with ease but refusing to break. Pulling her fingers away, she examined them to see they were clean. “It wasn’t there before.”
