“Yes, Gray.” She pulled at my hair, and I added another finger inside her.
The anxiety I felt through the bond earlier had disappeared and, instead, was replaced with a heady dose of lust and love.
I’d claimed her so many times when we arrived home last night. On the floor of the hallway, against the wall, in the bathroom. Her body and soul were mine. We’d spent too much time apart. The space between us felt cavernous, and I was desperate to crush it to nothing. Desperate to have her under my skin until I couldn’t think straight.
Once, love held no appeal for me. It was something that remained out of my grasp and beyond my understanding. And then Quentin entered my life and love became all-consuming. It was a sickness. A maddening leap into insanity. It dictated everything I did and everything I would ever do. She became what I orbited. There was nothing I wanted more than Quentin and even when I had her, it wasn’t enough.
Her legs shook, thighs tightening around my head as I continued to suck and lick her through her orgasm.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “Gray!”
I pressed one last kiss on the swollen bundle of nerves before moving back up her body. Quentin’s eyes had turned golden and hazy with pleasure, and she caressed my face. Leaning down, I kissed her hungrily, unsure if I’d ever be satiated.
My clothes were stripped from my body in between a flurry of kisses and sharp bites. I pinned my love beneath me on the bed and my hardness rested against her thigh. She writhed, trying to find a way to satisfy herself.
“Say please,” I teased her.
“You couldn’t hold back now even if you tried,” came the response.
I laughed, the sound filling the room and drawing the most beautiful smile from the woman underneath me. She knew me too well. We were a match made in the heavens.
Slowly, I pushed myself into her and Quentin let out a low moan as her nails dug into my back. Each time felt like coming home. Like being where I belonged.
As I thrust into her, I took her in. The waves of her hair, the smoothness of her skin, and the thickness of her lashes. I wanted to commit every single piece of her to memory. I wanted everything she could give me and more. There was such an overwhelming sense of urgency in my chest that I didn’t know how to quell it.
“When all of this is over,” I told her, cupping her breast in one hand and letting my thumb rub over her nipple. “I intend to fill you with our children. I will be relentless until we have a house full of them. We’ll get married straight away. No more waiting. No more wasting time.”
The words were spilling from me before I had a chance to process them, but they were steeped in truth. Children. I wanted a family with Quentin. An extension of our love. For the hallways of our home to be loud and busy. I longed to see her swell with my child. To be free of the constraints of time that had always been placed on us and our relationship.
“We won’t wait,” she panted, looking up at me as I lifted her leg onto my shoulder and drove deeper. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
That was all I needed from her. Confirmation that I could have it all. That she would give me everything I desired because it aligned with her wants and needs.
We fell into a rhythm. Soft kisses and sweet words whispered as the skies brightened over Elysia. Quen’s bruising grip as she found her bliss again and my teeth sinking into her flesh as I found mine.
Slowly, I pulled myself out of her and kissed her forehead. I rested on the bed beside her, watching the way her chest rose and fell. Her eyes fell shut and I would have loved to have let her sleep, having finally fucked a sense of peace into her. But that wasn’t a possibility now.
Pressing another soft kiss to her forehead, I ran my fingers down the side of her face and her eyes fluttered open.
“We need to get ready, sweetheart,” I told her softly. “One step away from starting the rest of our eternity together.”
Blotting out the world with love and pleasure was the perfect way to spend time with Gray. Being with him again healed every painful wound I’d collected over the last few days. I was home again, where I belonged. My soul was at peace, united with its other half. Unfortunately, the bubble couldn’t last as there were pressing matters to attend and the quicker they were resolved, the better it would be for all of us.
“I love you,” I said to Gray as he straightened the cuffs on his black shirt. He was dressed in his colours, exuding a confidence that I didn’t quite share.
He walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me flush against him. “I love you too. You need to stop worrying.”
“Can you blame me?” I asked, smoothing down sections of his wild hair.
“No, but you’re my golden girl, so if anyone can help sway this today, it’ll be you.”
“Look how well that’s worked for us so far,” I muttered.
“You’ve been struggling to focus. You should be able to here.” He leaned down and his lips brushed against mine in a chaste kiss that left me unsatisfied. “I believe in you, Quentin.”
“I’ll try my best.”
“That’s my girl.” The smile lightened his features, and my heart thumped erratically at the sight of it. “Ready?”
