“Besides, you’re mine now. You only get to play with other men when I say so.” He shifted, then lifted my shirt and placed a kiss on my stomach. He watched the goosebumps form with a pleased crooked smile.
His words had me flushed and feeling all types of excitement. I closed my eyes to try and compose myself. “And women,” I added absentmindedly as his fingers made trails of goosebumps on my skin. “I like to play with women too.”
He placed another kiss on my stomach. This time lower. “Whatever my princess wants.”
My chest was heaving, and he was barely touching me. “I want you,” I uttered hoarsely. Grayson’s eyes met mine, and all the longing I felt reflected in his dark irises.
He opened the button of my jeans and pulled them off. I held my breath as he hitched one of my legs up and lightly kissed the inside of my upper thigh. I swallowed hard. His gaze fell to my lace panties. He placed another kiss over my clit, so softly I had to keep myself from lifting up against his mouth to increase the pressure. He was torturing me in the best way. His hands came up and pulled my panties down over my knees. By this point, I was already moaning as I watched him lower his head in between my legs again. He slid his tongue, oh so slowly, between my folds. I gasped, my head rolling back. Gods, I had never known carnal, sinful pleasure like this. The way he pulled and teased at my desire.
“Fuck, you shouldn’t taste this good, Ava. It’s dangerous.” Grayson’s voice was low with lust and a little menace. It sent a shiver up my spine. He placed my legs over his shoulders and lifted me off the bed. His hands were on my back, steadying me, as I straddled his shoulders while he turned and sat on the bed. Gods, he was so fucking strong. He lowered us, laying down on his back as my knees hit the bed.
I hovered over his face, unsure.
“You said you wanted me. Then take what you need, baby. My mouth is yours.”
I revelled in his words and the lust in his eyes. He lifted his head and my own fell backwards as his mouth explored me. His fingers clasped around my hips, and he pulled me down onto him, his head on the mattress again. But his tongue stilled. I found him staring up at me, waiting. I was too far gone in the world of pleasure he created to be shy or unsure anymore. I swirled my hips over his face, his tongue countering my movement, dragging the most delicious bliss out of me. His eyes flitted closed for a few seconds. His deep groan vibrating in his chest under my palm. He liked it. Almost as much as I did. His grip on my hips tightened, pulling at me. He wanted more. So I obeyed. I moved again. And again.
Grayson’s mouth had me gasping. My body was taut with desire. The sight of him between my thighs had me shaken to my core. At first, I did not understand the feeling that consumed me. Then I recognised it as Grayson was clawing at my hips, his mouth claiming me, tasting me, like I was water in the desert. Power. I felt powerful as I watched this murderous, dangerous man between my legs, worshipping me with his tongue. He was drunk with lust. With me. I wanted to test it out, so I lifted up off his face and watched him. His eyes flitted to mine, questioningly. He was panting. His fingers twitched around my hips. He wanted to pull me down onto him again. I could see the yearning in his eyes. He wasn’t done with me yet.
“Ava,” he breathed, his voice a plea. I smiled triumphantly. I knew that with a little bit of tact, I could make him beg, like he had made me beg. I lowered and moved on his mouth and was rewarded with a deep moan. Pure ecstasy shot through me, and I couldn’t help but echo his moan. My movements became erratic as my orgasm neared. He was so fucking good with his mouth. He was pulling me harder onto him, sensing my oncoming release. The sight of him underneath me, pleasuring me, his eyes hungry, had me coming undone. My back arched as it ripped through me. Grayson and the pleasure he evoked was all I could feel, think—his name escaping my lips. I had stilled atop him, but he didn’t. He continued to tease gently with his tongue until the last wave, then flipped us over as my body was ready to collapse. He climbed atop me and settled between my legs, his jeans rough against my sensitive flesh. I shuddered as I felt how hard he was.
“God, look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” He peered down at me as if awestricken. His mouth and chin were still slick with my arousal, sending butterflies scattering throughout me.
He caught on to my thoughts and grinned devilishly, lowering his lips to mine, his tongue caressing mine. “Do you taste it, baby? How hard I made you come?”
I whimpered against his lips as he kissed me roughly again. The taste of me on his lips, his tongue, sent fire down my spine. He was mine and I was his. I reached down between us to undo his jeans, and he shifted, giving me better access. I wanted more. I wanted him inside me. The muscles in his back stiffened as my hand slipped into his pants, and I glided my fingersalong the length of him before wrapping my fingers around him. Gods, he was huge.
Something fell and shattered downstairs, pulling us from our bubble of lust. There were still other people in the cabin.
“Can they hear us?” I whispered to Grayson.
He laughed darkly, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Oh, I can keep you quiet if you’re worried about that, Princess.” He bit down on my neck, a bit too hard. Excitement rippled through me. There was a change in the air. In Grayson. My feelings of power drifted away, replaced by nervous anticipation. I felt like prey. Caught and pinned underneath a predator. Grayson nudged my legs further apart, then yanked my bra down. He held me down by my neck, while his mouth explored my breasts, his other hand gripping my ass, pulling me up off the bed, against his thick erection. I was completely immobilised; my body perfectly arched for him to take whatever he wanted.
My body reacted first, my mind having to play catch-up as excitement suddenly turned to fear. I had the sudden urge to run. My heart beating in my constricted throat.
Grayson was quick to pick up on the tension rolling through my body. He looked up, searching my face. “What’s wrong? Should I stop?”
I shook my head. “No.”
The crease between his eyes deepened. “Don’t lie to me about that, Ava.” He shifted his body to the side and braced himself on an elbow, one leg still in between mine, his body still half atop me. But it was enough to calm my nerves.
I wanted to kick myself. The loss of the electricity in the air felt like a punch to the gut. Grayson lowered his head and kissed me softly, before pushing a strand of hair from my face. “What’s happening, Princess?”
I shook my head. I didn’t even know myself. But Grayson seemed content to wait for me to work through it. He twirled a strand of hair around his finger while he patiently watched my face. He had more patience than I had. I wanted to pull him back on top of me and have him ravish me, like he was about to. Why did I go from insatiable to trapped little mouse like that?
I squeezed my eyes shut. I knew why, I just didn’t want to think about it. Not now.
“Tell me,” Grayson said softly.
I sighed. The mood was now completely ruined. “I don’t know. I just freaked out.” I focused on his lips, his perfect jaw. I couldn’t look in his eyes.
Grayson wasn’t satisfied with my answer, so he said nothing, continued to play with my hair, waiting. But his eyes grew dark.
“Gods,” I muttered and turned to him, burying my face in his chest. I was more fucked up by that piece of shit than I had thought. I might have forgotten about him, but my body still remembered. But why now? It’s not like it’s the first time that Grayson was touching me. Why didn’t I panic like this the previous times? I tried to breathe while Grayson stroked my hair.
When I looked up at Grayson again, he was fuming. The dark clouds that had started to form in his eyes were now thundering. His jaw clenchedand unclenched as he looked down at me. His eyes were so intense, I had to battle the urge to flinch away from it.
“I will make him pay, Princess. If it’s the last fucking thing I do.”
