Chapter 10

Lena gasped as Gray kissed her pussy, his full lips and rough beard on her most tender flesh. He pressed his lips to her slowly, teasing her, seeming to enjoy her reactions. His hot gaze pinned her in place even more than his big body ever could, and as she watched him, panting, pleading for more, he began to devour her. She writhed helplessly against Gray's face as he licked her swollen folds, her arousal coating his short beard.

She mumbled incoherently, her pleasure already spiking higher. Gray knew exactly what he was doing. Each teasing lick and long swipe of his tongue was meant to drive her wild. His broad shoulders spread her thighs apart, and she couldn't pull away with her thong stretched around her spread ankles. Nor did she want to.

Gray's big hands moved to her breasts, squeezing and kneading, and as he pinched both nipples, she cried out. He growled and gave a long, hard lick up her slit, teasing every sensitive fold. Gray sucked her clit between his full lips as she cried out at the sensation, then began to work her with his tongue. White hot pleasure shot through her, Lena's entire existence suddenly consisting of Gray's masterful mouth. He didn't let up as she expected, just drove her higher and higher.

The scruff of his beard rubbed against her sensitive, swollen flesh, adding another layer to her pleasure. His thumbs rubbed over her nipples again, the sensation shooting straight to her core. Need roiled through her, her inner walls clamping down around nothing. Gray's tongue flicked faster over her sensitive bud, Lena gasping out his name. His mouth was making love to her pussy, and she couldn't hold back any more. Gray lightly grazed his teeth over her swollen clit, and she screamed, the unexpected sensation pushing her over the edge.

Lena's legs shook on his wide shoulders, and Gray eased her down from her orgasmic high, softly kissing her fluttering folds.

Lena was gasping. Breathless.

The man hadn't even been inside of her yet, and she'd come harder than ever before. As she lay there panting, she realized she should've been frightened. The man who'd kidnapped her had tied her to his bed. Threatened vile things.

She felt nothing but safe and overflowing with emotion here with Gray.

He shifted, kissing her stomach, then settled between her legs again and stayed there, a satisfied look on his face as he gave her another lazy swipe of his tongue.

She blushed, taking in his pleased expression. Gray knew exactly what he was doing, keeping her legs spread wide, exposing her sex to his heated gaze. "You're going to come for me again, baby girl."

He licked her swollen folds, lingering. Savoring her taste. And then he was pushing his tongue inside her molten channel, his beard rough against her arousal drenched skin. His hands shifted, sliding down to her ass as he tilted her hips slightly upward, and then he began to thrust his tongue in and out of her pussy, fucking her with his mouth.

She moaned, actually moaned for this man. Every nerve ending was firing, Lena already oversensitive from her first orgasm. She was bare and exposed, unable to move away from Gray's sensual assault and not sure she'd ever want to. As the heat grew within her belly, coiling down, she bucked up against his mouth.

Gray growled, and she felt the low rumble against her sex. He shifted one hand, his thumb circling her clit as she cried out. Gray's tongue was masterful, moving in and out, and with her inner walls beginning to spasm around him, she screamed, fisting the sheets with both hands as she came and came.

Lena was limp with pleasure, unable to move, as Gray gently lowered her legs from his big shoulders. Lena's heels fell off, and he pulled the thong free of her ankles. Briefly, she got a glimpse of his back, of white scars against his flesh, but he was already crawling up beside her and rolling them over, tugging up the covers. She wanted to protest, to reciprocate, to explore Gray's muscles and ridges, but she was already falling asleep against him.

She felt his lips press against her temple, his arms tightening around her. Lena was thoroughly sated, and as she drifted off, knew she'd never want another man again.