"I can't keep going," I moaned.
"You can." He was keeping himself contained. Barely.
"Come with me, Gray." The nickname slipped out before I could stop it.
I screamed as his magic exploded in the room, sending me into an immediate orgasm as he roared into my ear, fucking me with wild abandon. It wasbrutaland insane and perfect.
The heat of his pleasure filled me, and just like he’d promised, there was so much of it that it trickled down the insides of my thighs as he finished.
"I never knew sex would be like that," I breathed, dazed with pleasure and magic as I tried to recover.
Grayson went still.
Absolutely rigid.
"What did you just say?"
Had I just...
Oh, shit.
I had.
"Nothing," I said quickly. "I just meant?—"
He lifted his gaze, his expression deadly as he met my eyes in the mirror. He was still behind me, and now, I was high enough on the countertop that I could see the place our bodies connected.
Okay, that was hot.
"That was yourfirst time?" he growled.
"No," I lied.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Merrily?"
"It was a good first time," I said, suddenly defensive. "You didn't ask if I was a virgin or not, and you know I can't touch anyone but you without killing them, so?—"
"You should've fuckingwarned me."He snarled the words. "I would've made it better for you, or at least fucking started slow. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"So many things. Not this, though. This was perfect." I held his gaze in the mirror, hoping he'd see the honesty in my eyes.
Grayson's nostrils flared and his jaw clenched, like he was trying to stop himself from saying something else. After a solid two minutes of tense eye contact and silence, he finally wrapped an arm around my waist and carried me wordlessly from the bathroom.
"What are you doing?" I asked as we went. He didn't pull out, and I honestly didn't want him to.
"Cuddling with you. It's the least I can fucking do," he growled. "If you try to argue, I swear?—"
"I'm not going to argue. It's fine. We'll cuddle. Just this once."
"It's not going to be just this once. We'll cuddle every time we fuck."
"That sounds like a relationship, Grayson."
"We're mates. We have a relationship. Stop disagreeing." He eased us both onto the mattress, shoving the pillow wall to the side of the bed before he pulled the duvet over our legs and tugged me closer.
I relaxed into the mattress, in a way I hadn't even imagined I could.
Into Grayson, too.
