Grayson was a strong, dominant, powerful male. There were only a few people stronger than him in our entire city. And after the thousands of nights we'd spent together, I knew those attributes bled into every part of his life.
He was good at hiding his pain, but he needed this. This connection. This assurance that I knew he could take care of me.
"What will you give me if I do?" I asked, knowing exactly what that challenge would do to him.
His eyes heated. "Anything you want."
"I want to see you come. In the real world. I just want to watch." The words slipped out before I could reconsider them, and the flush in my cheeks had to have made me bright red.
His eyes darkened. "You realize you could ask me for anything."
"Itried to picture you touching yourself after our dreams, and I never could," I admitted. "I don't know what it looks like, and I want to. That was the only thing that I struggled with, when I avoided you. I could handle the unsatisfied need most of the time, but I hated that I never got to see you get off after you were with me. It was more manageable when I let myself think you were enjoying it."
"You have a deal."
"Alright," I agreed. "Fine. I'm yours. Your fated mate. Your obsession. Your soulmate. Your—" I sucked in a breath as he spread my thighs and dragged the tip of his tongue slowly over my clit.
I gasped out a curse and grabbed his hair.
He opened me wider, and the second stroke of his tongue had me nearly writhing.
It took longer, in my dreams, but not by much. He traced my clit with his tongue again and again, and I came with a desperate, wild sound.
The pleasure was overwhelming.
All-consuming.
In my dreams, Grayson Darke had ensured he was my entire world. I'd been lying to myself when I tried to believe he was anything but that in my reality, too.
Grayson growled against my core, lifting one of my legs over his shoulders and opening me even wider.
My heel dug into his back as he continued eating me out.
He brought me back to the edge with slow, toe-curling strokes of his tongue, until I came again on his mouth with another cry of pleasure.
My lower half felt crazy sensitive, and I thought for sure that he would stop.
But he didn't.
His thumb dragged over my clit instead, and I swear, fireworks fucking exploded within me.
My cries were louder and more frantic as my hips bucked, desperate to chase the pleasure. Grayson held me in place with one hand, giving me a low chuckle when I yanked his hair, pulling him closer to my core as I climaxed hard.
"Holy fuck," I moaned, my chest rising and falling rapidly as he gave me a moment to breathe. His thumb was still on my clit, his other hand wrapped around the inside of my thigh, holding me open for him.
"You come so fucking well for me.” His eyes met mine, dark and hot.
"I think I need a break."
"You don't need a break. You need to take your top off and let me see those perfect tits bounce while you ride my face and fingers."
I tossed my shirt and bra aside one by one.
Grayson's eyes raked over me slowly, his lips and chin shining with my slickness as he took my bare body in like he really did find it perfect, scars and all. "Look at you, Love. You're so fucking gorgeous."
My face would've flushed, if it wasn't already burning up. I didn't mind the heat. Not while he was touching me.
"Bargains everywhere, even on these perfect breasts.” He dragged the backs of his knuckles lightly over a particularly unique swirl. The scar it mostly covered was raised and jagged, but he didn't seem to care. "And they're all mine."
