“Fuck…”
He repeated the motion, setting a rhythm with measured, deep strokes that stretched me wide, that pressed against every sensitive spot inside me with unerring accuracy.
Each thrust dragged over that perfect place deep within, sending sparks flying behind my eyes. Each retreat built an ache that demanded relief.
My hips rose to meet his, grinding against him, seeking more friction, deeper contact. His breath came in harsh pants that mingled with mine.
He kissed me hungrily, swallowing my moans. I raked my fingers down his sweat-slicked back, needing to anchor myself as he drove into me with increasing intensity.
“So tight,” he gasped against my mouth, his hips snapping hard. “So fucking deep for me… Feel that? Feel how you take me so well”
My response was a choked cry as he hit a particularly deep spot. My inner muscles clenched around him involuntarily, pulling another ragged groan from him.
“Yeah, like that.” His hand slid between our bodies, thumb circling my clit in time with his thrusts, the dual assault pushing me rapidly toward the edge again.
Pleasure built, terrifyingly fast, an unstoppable wave gathering force.
“Griff… I can’t…”
The words were lost in a gasp as he shifted his angle, the head of his cock dragging directly over that rough spot inside me with each thrust now. The sensation was too good, too sharp. My nails dug deep into his shoulders, my legs tightened around his waist, holding him deep as I writhed beneath him.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice guttural.
My eyes flew open, meeting his. The green was almost swallowed by black, raw need etched onto every line of his face. “Come.” He thrust hard and deep. “Come hard on my cock.”
The pure need choking his words shattered me. The climax tore through me with volcanic force.
My body locked around him, convulsing, a silent scream tearing from my throat as white-hot pleasure exploded through every nerve ending. I clung to him, milking his length as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through me, blinding me, deafening me.
I saw stars, heard white noise, felt nothing but the exquisite clenching and the deep pulse of him inside me.
His rhythm disintegrated into hard, erratic thrusts. “Fuuuck, Vi…!”
He slammed deep one final, shuddering time and held himself there, as his hips jerked. I felt the pulsing throb within me as he came with a low groan that vibrated against my skin.
His forehead dropped to mine, his harsh, panting breaths hot against my lips, mingling with my own gasping sobs as the aftershocks continued to ripple through both of us.
His weight settled fully on me, pressing me into the mattress, a solid anchor in the floating aftermath. Sweat slicked our skin. His heart hammered against my chest in a frantic rhythm that slowly, gradually began to steady.
I drifted, boneless and utterly sated, cocooned by the heat of him, the scent of sex and sweat and Griffin filling my lungs. Reality—Hazel, Julian, the races, the consequences—felt like a distant shore, impossibly far across a warm, still sea.
His thumb brushed a tear from my face, a surprisingly tender gesture in the wreckage of our passion.
Something cracked open inside me at the gentleness of it. This was someone else entirely. Someone who looked at me like I mattered beyond the moment. Not the man who dominated tracks and headlines, who’d spent years annoying me with just his arrogant, cocky presence.
I should have been panicking. Calculating damage control, exit strategies, how to spin this to Julian if he ever found out.
Instead, I felt oddly peaceful. Like standing in the eye of a hurricane, knowing destruction circled but finding impossible stillness at the center.
He pressed a kiss to my sweat-damp hairline, then to my temple, each touch a slow, lingering brand.
What’s done is done.
He shifted his weight, but didn’t pull away. Instead, one big hand drifted lazily down my flank, over the curve of my hip, coming to rest possessively on my ass.
I’d spent my life refusing to be owned, claimed, controlled. I should hate the possessiveness. Yet his touch felt like an anchor, not a chain.
Minutes bled into each other. Our breathing gradually synchronized, deep and even. My racing heartbeat settled into a slow, contented thrum.
