Page 85 of Shadowed With Fear

“You are so beautiful, Dahlia.” He kisses my lips softly.

“So strong.” My jaw.

“I can’t get enough of you. Your sass, your wisdom, your fire. You’ve ruined me in the best way.”

I blush at his words, looking away from the intensity in his eyes.

“No, no, sweet girl. I want your eyes on me at all times. Understood?”

I nod, but he tsks. “No. I want your words. You’ll say yes, or no,” he starts, kissing my neck. “More, harder,” he sucks gently on the skin below my ear, and I whimper.

“Or slower, softer,” he nuzzles the spot where my throat meets my shoulder.

“Your first time will be perfect, and every other time after. You’ll tell me what you want, or don’t want, because your pleasure is my pleasure. And there is nothing more fucking erotic in the goddamn world than watching you fall apart for me, Dahlia.”

I’m boneless. He hasn’t even touched me yet, but his words, his mouth exploring my skin, the promises.

“Okay,” I sigh as he sucks on the spot he was nuzzling.

“That’s my good girl. Now sit up for me, I wanna undress you this time.”

My shirt is thrown across the room, my bra following it soon after, as well as my leggings.

I’m laying across the bed, surrounded by blankets and pillows smelling so strongly of him, but nothing quite like the source as he looms over me. I inhaled deeply, calm and comfort washing over me.

His fingers tease my pubic bone, just above the waistband of my panties, lips grazing over my collar bone down to my nipples. Grayson’s tongue darts out, circling the hardened peak lightly, teasing.

“Grays?” I murmur against the top of his head.

“Hmm,” he hums, lips wrapped around my nipple. I moan, back arching. He smirks up at me.

“Please touch me.”

His eyes flutter looking up at me, a dazed expression on his face.

I can feel the tickle of his fingers floating across my hips, down the inside of my thigh before sliding beneath the elastic of my panties. He groans, dropping his head against my chest at the feel of me on his fingertips. I hiss as the pad of his forefingers drags against my clit. Sparks of arousal shooting along my nerves.

“So, fucking wet for me. You’re so perfect,” he murmurs kissing each of my breasts. “Perfect for me.” He leans up kissing my lips softly.

“I’m not missing the chance to taste you this time, D.” He grins, kissing beneath my breasts, my ribs, and my hip bones.

I lean up on my elbows watching him pull my panties to the side. Grayson licks his lips rubbing his thumb up and down my slit, circling my clit before starting the torturous action again.

I would have thought the heat, the same feeling of urgency I had felt the first night he came into my room would be here, but it’s not. It’s so much better. Seeing that he wants to experience this with me, not just doing it to me has my heart fluttering. There is no pounding pulse in my ears, and unsteady breaths.

I’m content at his mercy. Feeling every small touch, kiss, and surprising emotion. Grayson has burrowed deep into my bones, and I don’t want him to leave. The small crush I had harbored against my better judgment all these years has grown, flourishing into something great that I don’t have the words for.

He feels like a completion of me. A better half.

Grayson’s warm breath against my center snaps me from my thoughts, tearing a low moan from my lips.

“Eyes on me, D.”

I smile at him from the place between my thighs. The image of his shoulders, the ridge of muscles between the blades moving with him starts a dull ache deep inside me.

There is no shyness or tentative actions as Grayson licks, lap, and sucks on my clit. My body moves on its own accord as my hands twist and tug at his hair, hips grind against his lips, and legs twitch and tremble. He doesn’t drag out the pleasure like he did the first time, and my first orgasm races through my body quickly.

He mumbles praises against my thighs as I catch my breath, but the heat behind his eyes as he watches me come down from the high tells me he’s nowhere near finished with me.