Chapter 40

Sex had never much appealedto me. At one point in my life I remember thinking, I’m just one of those women who doesn’t care that much for it.

But I had been dead wrong because the memory that was going through my mind even before I woke up?

I could die for that sex. Better yet—I could live to do it every single day.

Not just because of the size of Grey’s cock, but more the feeling. The way he’d touched me. The way he’d looked at me. And I’d never even realized that there could be more to it. That I could have someone like Grey.

Grey.

My eyes opened to the familiar ceiling of my room at the Evernight castle, the familiar darkness outside the window, and the light of the lamps on the bedside tables. The soft mattress and the pillow, the silk sheets that smelled citrusy—and like they were just washed—all of it, perfectly familiar.

Except there was someone lying on the bed with me, and that was not familiar at all.

The memory that had been running through my mind until I woke up disappeared. Panic shot throughout me, spiking the blood in my veins. I turned, my brain somehow insisting that it was just Brandon and that I was back at the apartment in Roven, and I was just waking up from a nightmare, that’s all.

Except I knew that wasn’t true. I’d woken up many mornings thinking, hoping I’d been in a dream, but I wasn’t. This was real. This was my life now.

And none other than Grey Evernight was lying on his stomach on the pillow right beside me with his eyes closed, as still as a statue.

My heart forgot to beat completely.

More memories came back to me slowly, details and images that made no sense at first, popping in front of my mind’s eye.

The mirrors, Valentine, Faeries’ Aerie and Emerald’s Storyteller. Syra and Hansil, and then I’d run and run and climbed down the cliff like mad…

But everything came to a halt again with him.

Fuck.

Was he even real?

It seemed so. I felt the heat of Grey’s body against my arm. He was lying with his face turned to me, his hair all over the place, his muscled arms half under the pillow.

An ache developed deep in the pit of my stomach. God, he was so beautiful. With the light of the lamp falling behind him like that, and half his face covered in shadows, he looked divine.

And he’d fucked me last night in front of all the Evernight brothers.

The realization rang in my ears and I sat up slowly, holding the sheet to my chest because I knew I was naked underneath. Naked—because he’d torn my nightgown and my panties right before he fucked the good sense out of me.

My thighs hurt. My hips hurt. Fuck, I hurt everywhere, and I also felt as though my body had finally awakened.

The sheets were definitely new. Last night they’d been black, and now they were a deep grey. Same fabric, same smell, but new sheets. Nobody else was in the room with us, just me and Grey.

Me and Grey, in bed, together.

The incredible urge to lie down next to him again nearly suffocated me. I had my eyes squeezed shut, trying to call to the rational part of my brain, the one that said I should regret having had sex with him last night, having wanted him the way I did with every fiber of my body. The one that said I should have been mortified to wake up next to him like this.

Except it wasn’t there. That part of my brain wasn’t there, or it wasn’t working as it should because I didn’t regret anything and I wasn’t mortified—on the contrary.

I wanted more instead.

Calm down, I called to my mind, barely breathing. I opened my eyes and I tried to focus on the now, tried to keep myself grounded so that I could figure this out. I just needed to stay calm.

Then I saw Grey’s back.

I’d pulled the sheets almost completely off him when I sat up, and now I saw his back and the curve of his ass. Naked. There were tattoos of the outline of wings spread on his back and shoulders and arms, thick black ink on them, the skin raised.

Was that what I’d felt the night before when I was touching him, trying to take him inside me so desperately?

My pussy was already throbbing, and that did mortify me a little.

How was I turned on by Grey? What the hell was happening with the world?!

Even so, I was already reaching out my hand to touch his skin, careful not to wake him. I wanted to know if those tattoos really were raised like I’d felt last night.

The pad of my middle finger touched the black ink on his shoulder just slightly.

Grey’s eyes opened wide.

My heart jumped and my muscles froze in place. I couldn’t take my hand back if I tried.

“Go ahead,” Grey said in a whisper that had every single hair on my body standing at attention.

Real. It had been real.

“Touch me, Fall. Anywhere you want.”

The image of his hard cock suddenly filled my head and blood rushed to my cheeks instantly. Fuck, I’d had sex with Grey. I’d actually had sex with Grey.

Mind-blowing sex. Life-changing sex. Soul-altering sex.

But with Grey.

And now I was touching him.

I was completely shameless because heat was pouring all over me, and it hurt between my legs, and I was running my fingers all over his muscled back, touching the ink, touching his skin.

“Are those your wings?” I asked, still holding the sheets to my chest like he hadn’t seen all there was to see about me last night.

They all had.

Oh, God…

“Yes,” Grey said, not moving a single inch, his eyes closed as I touched him. “They came out of me last night.”

I did a double take. “Really?” The brides had told me before that Grey felt his wings coming out when he was still in his twenties, but they seemed to think it would take a good while until they came out all the way. Even Romin, who was the most powerful of the brothers, hadn’t gotten his until he turned forty.

“You fell asleep when they did,” Grey said, his eyes opening again. My cheeks were going to fall off me any second, and I still didn’t move my hand away. “Do you remember the rest?”

The rest.

Hot, hot, hotinside of me. I was melting and I still nodded, swallowing hard.

Grey raised his head a little. “And?”

Was he seriously going to ask me that question?

I looked at him, brows slightly raised, my face so heated up I could feel it pulsating—just like my pussy.

Grey grinned. His lips stretched and he showed me his teeth, and he became a version of himself I’d only seen once last night. Playful. Excited. Cheerful. So unlike Grey I was having trouble believing my eyes.

And I was having trouble not smiling as well.

The next second, he moved.

A scream ripped from my throat when he grabbed me and put me down on the bed again, and then he was on top of me, his body on mine, the sheet over him. Naked. We were both so blissfully naked and there was nothing in the way. Our bodies were one.

I breathed like I’d been in a race for years.

He held my arms by the wrists over my head, and he settled himself between my legs—open legs because who needed sense?

His cock was hard. Fuck, it was hard, and it was pressing against my soaked folds like it fucking belonged there.

“Grey,” I breathed because what the hell was going on, why am I so turned on, and what happened to the fear I had of you just days ago? When did it turn into this all-consuming lust?!

“Yes, baby?” he whispered, kissing my forehead, then the tip of my nose. My eyes closed and I raised my head to meet his lips with mine, and as panicked as the thought made me, I stayed perfectly still and basically hung on to the second our lips would touch.

They did.

It was better than my memories said it was the night before.

Fuck.

Grey was kissing me again. His tongue was in my mouth, and he was kissing me slowly, gently, licking me and tasting me and moaning that sexy sound.

More importantly, I was kissing Grey again. Just as slowly. Just as gently. My soul was pouring out of me and into him willingly.

Then he pressed his hips down on my pelvis and I broke the kiss to cry out.

I was on fire. The good kind of fire.

“The…the-the-the Blood Call,” I said, eyes closed so I didn’t see that face and lose my head again. I needed a moment to think.

But then he said, “Last night, yes. Your blood called for us. We came.”

Impossible to keep my eyes closed. “I remember.” He’d come here first. He’d been right over me just as he was now, those beautiful grey eyes locked on mine, his lips terrifyingly close. Except the fire that had burned me then had been so different from the one under my skin now.

“Were you afraid, baby?” he said, lowering himself onto me a little more, his weight pressing deliciously on my body. A moan slipped from my lips involuntarily, and he smiled.

Grey, smiling. What an odd thought. What a beautiful fucking sight.

“Yes,” I choked, focusing on his lips rather than his eyes. “I was…I was not in control. I was burning.” I shook my head as the memories came back to me.

“That was your blood trying to make a choice. Trying to see which one of us your body is compatible with,” Grey said, slipping his tongue under my upper lip and pulling it in his mouth to suck on it lightly.

There went my thoughts, spiraling out of control again. How in the world did he feel so good? Because I was already raising my head to keep my lip in his mouth as he sucked and nibbled on it, chuckling.

“I can’t wait to taste you, Fall,” Grey then said, and he sounded desperate. “I can’t wait to know your body like the back of my hand.” And he started trailing kisses down my neck.

My body moved on its own, pushing up, trying to become one with him, and my hips were already falling in a rhythm, rubbing my pussy against this cock.

“Grey, please,” I said because this wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair that he felt like that. It wasn’t fair that he kissed me, and I never wanted his lips not to be touching my skin.

This was wrong, wasn’t it? It was Grey!

He raised his head and let go of my wrists to bring his hands to my face. I gripped him by the shoulders, holding on tightly, terrified to pull him down on me harder the way I wanted to.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked, leaning his head farther back so I could focus on his eyes.

And to this day, I’m convinced that that was my undoing with him.

Grey looked at me like he saw me, actually saw all that I was.

Not just that, but he adoredit all, the good and the bad and the ugly.

I was perfectly defenseless against that.

“Your word is my command. Do you remember that?” he said, kissing the tip of my nose quickly before he moved back again. I nodded—I did remember him saying that. “Good. Whatever you want, say the word and it’s done.”

My hands moved to his face, too, and I touched his cheeks, traced his brows, the shape of his lips. “I was terrifiedof you just yesterday.” Maybe not terrified, but I’d been afraid of Grey more than all the others since day one.

Grey shook his head. “I never meant to scare you.”

“I don’t think it was you—it was everyone else.” Everyone was afraid of Grey, so I’d been, too, even though he’d never once threatened me or anything—on the contrary. He’d always been a gentleman every time we’d talked.

Grey thought about it for a second. “Well.” He shrugged. “I did mean to scare them, so…”

Fuck me, I was smiling.

No way this was Grey Evernight. No way.

“I think I know what’s going on here. Aliens kidnapped you last night and replaced you with someone who looks like you.” Because that made a whole lot more sense than this. “Yep. That’s it—aliens.”

“Aliens?” Grey laughed. He actually laughed. It was short, but it was from the heart and the sound slipped all the way into my bones. Even my toes curled because fuck common sense.

Grey was on top of me, we were naked, and I was grinning ear to ear like I’d accomplished my mission in this world to have made him laugh.

This is it, world. I’ve done what I came here to do. Now I can die a happy woman.

Ugh.

“I think it’s just you,” he then said, in the same tone of voice as me.

I pulled my lips inside my mouth for a second to stop that stupid smile—this was ridiculous. “‘You sure about that? No flying saucers came into the Woods last night?”

“None. I’ll swear my life on it,” he solemnly said, then gave me a peck on the lips, making my heart jump. “Is that good enough?”

My God, I was so screwed. “Mhmm. I think so.” And delirious with pleasure, and warm and fuzzy fucking feelings when he planted kisses all over my face every second.

“Good. Very good.” Kiss. “And now that we got that out of the way…” Kiss, kiss. “…I’d like to get to the part where I have your permission to taste you…” Kiss, kiss, kiss. “…and make you scream until your throat hurts.”

Yes, yes, yes!

“No, wait.” I took in a deep breath and I closed my eyes. It was so much safer in my head when I wasn’t looking at him. “Wait, wait, hold on, wait.”

“As long as you want, baby.” And he pressed his hips onto me just a little.

Goddamn it.

What the hell had happened to my self-control? Because I was pushing my hips back up at the same time, moaning, and with my eyes wide open.

“You’re mine now, Fall. We can wait as long as you want,” he whispered, running his fingers on my lower lip and pulling it down just a bit so he could take it between his teeth and bite—while pressing his hard cock onto my folds again, harder.

“But right now I’m begging you for just one little taste,” Grey whispered, pressing his forehead to mine. “I’m at your mercy.”

Eyes bloodshot, lips red and swollen, hair all over the place, body ripped and more beautiful than a sculpture pressed to me, cock hard and ready and hungry for me…

“Yes,” I breathed like my life depended on it. “Just…just a taste, that’s all…”

One taste. It can’t be so bad—I’ll stop right away and then we’ll talk, I said to myself in my head.

And I knew I was full of shit just as much as he did.

But he was already grinning ear to ear, and when he kissed me again there was nothing gentle about it. Now I was at his mercy, and he devoured my mouth completely. Before the minute was over, I was crying out his name, hips moving, delirious.

Grey’s hands were everywhere on me, touching and squeezing as he made out with my neck next, kissing me feverishly, like he really might die if he didn’t. His hands cupped my breasts and he played with them for a little while, and when he went lower, forcing my legs to part to let him move, I knew exactly what he’d meant by taste.

Grey was about to go down on me.

His mouth closed around my nipple and he sucked. The scream that was about to leave me was going to shake the entire world, so I brought my hand to my mouth and I bit my forearm, eyes squeezed shut.

Or maybe I bit my forearm to stop myself from stopping him.

Too soon!

His mouth will be on my pussy!

How can I be okay with this?

Why aren’t I doing something?

Those were all my thoughts, and I wanted to listen, I really did.

But then that second thought…

Fuck it, I wasn’t going to say a single word. I wasn’t going to stop him because I needed to know what it felt like, plain and simple. I needed to know if he really felt as good as my memories said he did last night. So, I kept his name on my lips and I raised my head to watch him playing with my breasts. We could talk later. Right now, I wanted him to make me feel like I was on top of the world again.

Grey wasn’t just playing with my breasts. The way he looked as he licked and bit and sucked on my nipple would have you thinking this was the mission of his life—to worship me. His hands moved up and down my body, touching me everywhere, squeezing me, digging his fingers into my skin, while he licked a line down to my stomach. He kissed every inch of me, and he looked like a man possessed while he did it, taking his time, moaning and grazing me with his teeth here and there, never stopping or slowing down. The man was fucking dedicated because no matter how hard I moved my hips up—uncontrollably because I really was at his mercy at that point—and no matter how fast I writhed underneath him, he never broke contact with my skin.

Then he moved lower, settling with his chest between my legs, kissing around my pelvis and my thighs, looking at my pussy like it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen in his life. I didn’t understand how I wasn’t trying to cover myself yet, but I couldn’t look away from Grey.

He grabbed my legs and pulled them up slowly, gently, settling my thighs on his shoulders. He looked up at me then and our eyes met.

Time stood perfectly still for that second.

The corner of his lips curled up just a bit, and he said, “This is about to be the best morning of my life.”

I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and bit hard, dying with anticipation, and he knew it. That’s why he took his time and stuck out his tongue slowly, never breaking eye contact, and pressed it flat on my clit.

I moaned.

He moaned louder.

Then he dove in like a savage.

I fell back on the pillow, trying to stop my soul from leaving my body. Grey’s tongue was inside me, fucking me like he had last night with his cock, coming up to my clit to suck and kiss and lick me all the way to insanity. My hips moved against his face furiously, and the sheets were in my fists at first, but then somehow, I found I was gripping his hair, pulling him to me harder, needing him all the way under my skin.

I’d had no idea that it could feel like this. Absolutely no fucking clue.

And I was already coming.

His name was on my lips and my throat was aching, but I’d take all the pain in the world if he kept doing this to me forever. I wanted to hold back, to feel all that he was going to give me, let him taste me thoroughly like he’d begged, but then he pushed my knees up to my stomach and put my heels on his shoulders. I was stretched so wide, and he sucked in my clit between his teeth, then at the same time slipped two fingers inside me.

Just the wet sound his lips and tongue and my pussy made were enough to blow my mind. I came hard, screaming out his name, and he didn’t let me get back down for a long time by continuing to do exactly what he’d been doing to get me there.

When he finally let go and rose on his knees between my legs, I was completely spent, yet somehow more alive than ever. My chest rose and fell so fast, and my heart was in a damn race. I looked at him, a fucking god to my eyes, naked and beautiful and so damn sexy as he licked my juices off his lips with a grin.

“Best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he announced, dragging himself closer, spreading my legs apart as wide as they could go while he ran his hands up my thighs, to my stomach and between my breasts, shaking his head at himself like he couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Better than blood. Better than sunlight,” he mumbled, like he couldn’t believe his own words, either.

And his cock was still hard, still so perfectly perfect I couldn’t look away from it for longer than two seconds.

I needed it. My God, I needed it inside me right now or I was going to die. I didn’t care what I said—once or twice or two hundred times—who cared that I already came? I wanted to come again.

“Talk to me, baby,” Grey said, settling between my legs, one hand on my stomach, pressing me, the other fisting his cock because he saw me looking.

Oh, I was looking…

“Use your words. Come on, you got this. Talk to me,” he said in a hushed whisper. “Tell me what you want.”

I squeezed my eyes shut—damn him. Damn him to all hells for doing this to me. I should have been covering myself and running from him right now, yet I was shaking with need for him instead.

Grey chuckled, forcing my eyes to open again. “Do you need help, baby?”

Oh, hell…

I nodded. So pathetic, Fall.

But this was all so very new to me. The best sex experience I’d had before this was in the back of Brandon’s car when I almost came because I was rubbing my clit so hard against him while I rode him.

I wasn’t equipped to handle this pleasure. I wasn’t experienced enough to know what the hell to even say.

“Did you like what I just did to you?” said Grey, his bloodshot eyes on my lips as he continued to rub himself slowly.

I licked my lips as I nodded—completely absentmindedly, but it drove him nuts. He fisted his cock harder as he growled.

“Did you come hard?” His voice was darker, and I nodded again. So fucking hard I still felt it. I still craved that hand of his that he kept on my stomach to go lower.

“Do you want to come again?”

God, help me…I nodded. Fuck, yes, I wanted to come again.

This time he pulled his lip between his teeth and bit, his eyes moved to my pussy. “So wet…” Grey whispered, and I got wetter instantly. Must have been magic.

“Do you want my cock inside you, baby?”

Ah, shit. “Yes!” The word slipped out of me before I could control it.

“You do?” His arm was moving faster and faster. I nodded, but he wasn’t having it anymore. “Words, baby. Use your words. Tell me how bad you want it.”

At this point it was useless to even try to consider the option where I didn’t say anything or I got up and walked out of this room.

So, I closed my eyes and as soon as I opened my lips, the raw truth came out of me in a breathless whisper: “I want you so bad it hurts.” Physically painful. I felt it in my core, between my legs, in my chest. I felt it everywhere he wasn’t touching me.

Grey growled, falling on top of me instantly, one arm snaking around my waist. “That’s my good girl.” He kissed the breath out of me. “Now tell me what you want first,” he whispered. “My fingers or my mouth again or my cock?”

“Grey!” I cried out. He couldn’t do this to me, damn it!

But he was doing it—and doing it well.

“Just pick one and it’s yours. Anything you want. Pick one,” he insisted.

I wanted it all. I wanted everything all the damn time, but right now…

I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowing down my embarrassment. “Your cock,” I barely choked out.

Another deep growl.

He pulled me up the next second and another scream left my lips. Before I knew it, he was sitting on the bed, right in the middle of it, and he was positioning my legs on either side of his in a rush.

“Let me relieve your pain, baby,” Grey whispered, locking a hand around the back of my neck as he pulled me down on his lap. My hands were everywhere on him when he pulled my lips to his and kissed me with that same deep, raw hunger as before, like no amount of tasting me was ever going to satiate his thirst. Instead, it was just going to make it deeper—and the same seemed to be true for me.

I grabbed his face in my hands tightly and I kissed him like I was wrestling him, like I wanted to eat him raw for real, and I was already moving because his cock was right there, pressed against my pussy. I moved up and down, rubbing my clit against his length, sucking on his tongue and lips so hard it was no doubt painful for him, but he didn’t stop me. Didn’t complain. Only moaned louder and pulled me to himself harder, his other hand gripping my ass tightly enough to bruise me as he slammed me against his cock every time my hips moved back.

It was the perfect rhythm. The perfect feeling. The perfect storm in his bloodshot eyes.

“Take my cock in your hands,” he said, and I about came from those words alone.

Moving my hands down his ripped chest, I took my time to touch him, graze him with my fingernails, and he seemed to like that. He moaned, throwing his head back. He let go of me for a moment, resting back on his hands, giving me full access to his body.

Oh, yes…

Every inch of him was exactly right. The curves of his muscles were covered in smooth skin, and the dark hair on his chest was almost shaped like a heart. Leaning down, I kissed his collarbone, then trailed kisses up his neck before I sucked his skin in my mouth and bit him. Grey’s hand closed around the back of my neck and he pressed me to him harder. He kept me there to kiss and bite the soft skin of his neck for a long time. I had no problem with that whatsoever. The taste of him was absolutely intoxicating. I couldn’t fucking get enough of him, and I didn’t want to stop. So, while I moved to the other side of his neck, I lowered my hands to his stomach, tracing his abs with my fingertips, and I finally reached his cock.

I wrapped both hands around his shaft at the same time. So thick. So smooth. So ready to slide inside of me.

I moaned against his neck and he moaned with me, shooting his hips up while I fisted him. The more I twisted my hands and the faster I went, the louder he was and the more violent his thrusts. So that’s what I continued to do because now, apparently, my life’s purpose had changed to pleasing Grey Evernight in all shapes and forms until my dying breath.

“Stop,” he growled after a moment, putting his hand on my wrist. “Stop, baby. I’m going to come.”

“That’s okay,” I said, salivating at the thought, but he shook his head.

“I want to come inside you.”

Once again, common sense lost the battle before it even began because Grey’s voice was magic, and his words did something to me, and his eyes saw my soul. So who cared that I wasn’t on the pill or that he wasn’t wearing a condom?

Certainly not me.

I help up his cock with one hand, and I rested the other on his shoulder for balance, and then I slowly sat on him, taking in his tip.

Grey leaned back a bit lower, his eyes on where we connected, watching his cock disappear inside of me little by little. His fangs extended but I wasn’t afraid. No, because I was too busy being spread wide open for his cock.

My eyes closed and my head fell back. No thoughts in my head except for him, for the way he felt. I sat all the way down on him, too scared to scream yet because all the Seven Isles would hear it.

His hand closed around my hip and he squeezed tightly, keeping me in place as he raised his hips, burying even deeper inside me.

No way to stop the cry from ripping out of me this time, when I felt him everywhere inside me, all the way to my core.

“That’s it, take it,” Grey whispered, still half leaning down, his bloodshot eyes on where he connected.

“It’s…it’s so big,” I breathed, allowing my body to adjust to his size.

“Does it hurt?” Grey asked, and I nodded. It hurt so good. “Do you like it?” Again, I nodded, biting on my lip just to hear him growling.

He did.

Perfect.

“Oh, baby…” he breathed, then sat up and wrapped his arms around my waist tightly, slamming me to his chest until I couldn’t breathe. He kissed the remaining air out of me the next second, all the while pushing his hips up little by little, somehow getting even deeper inside me. The sounds I was making should have probably embarrassed me, but they didn’t.

“You look so good on my cock,” Grey said, gripping my ass with both hands tightly. “You take it so well.”

And I couldn’t believe that I fucking loved how he was talking to me. “You feel incredible,” I said because the thought was weighing down on my shoulder and I needed to let it out. I needed him to know.

His eyes lit up instantly. Worth it, I thought.

“How many men have you been with before, baby?”

I held onto the sides of his neck as he inched himself just a little bit deeper while holding me in place by my ass. “One,” I whispered, and if he thought I could give him a name right now, he was dead wrong. I couldn’t fucking think of any other name in the world except his.

“Then I’m about to fuck the feel of him out of you for good,” Grey said.

You already did, I was going to say, but I never got the chance.

Grey pulled me up and slammed me down the next second, and all I could do was call out his name, hold onto his neck, and take his cock just like he wanted me to.

He moved me with such ease, like I weighed nothing, and I was so, so wet that he slid in and out of me perfectly smoothly. To hear my name on his lips was otherworldly, and every time he called for me, I kissed him with my everything, poured my heart straight into his mouth. He fucked me hard and fast, moving me on his cock whichever way he pleased, and I had no complaints.

A minute in, I no longer hurt. He had me stretched as much as he needed, and pleasure was the only thing that numbed my body and mind as he filled me to my core.

A thin layer of sweat covered every inch of me. I held back as long as I could, but it wasn’t much. When I came, I dug my fingernails in Grey’s skin and bit his bottom lip hard, but he only moaned louder. He held me down on his cock and pushed himself up while I rode the high, squeezing him every second, holding onto him with all my strength.

Fuck, I never knew how violentI could be when I came like this.

Scratch that—I never knew I could come like this!

“That’s my good girl,” Grey whispered when I let go and fell against this chest, limp. “You did so well, baby. So, so well.” He lay down on the bed, taking me with, his cock still inside me. He held up my head as he kissed me, and I stayed there perfectly motionless, eyes closed, just breathing, just relishing every time his lips touched my face.

Then…

“Now it’s my turn to fill that beautiful pussy until my cum spills out of you.”

Aaaand I was turned on again.

He gripped my hips the same way, but instead of pulling me down on him the way he did a moment ago, he held my ass up in the air, and he slammed into me from below.

He really fucked everything and everyone out of me in those seconds. Relentlessly. Mercilessly.

And somehow, I was on the brink of another orgasm by the time the second minute was over.

I had no idea what the hell this man was made of, but my body liked it. My pussy adored it. And my eyes, my ears, my lips craved him like a damn drug.

Dangerous, a voice in my head said, and it was so easy to ignore it I could have laughed. So easy when Grey pushed himself inside me and pulled my hips down at the same time with all his strength, and he let go, calling out my name as he came.

I was a goner the very next second. The sight of him lost in oblivion like that—and knowing that I took him there—got to me like nothing else. I was coming again, eyes on him so that I saw those beautiful lips whispering my name over and over.

The orgasm lasted long enough to deplete me of every ounce of strength, so that when I let go, I fell on his chest again with my eyes closed.

Sleep took me right away.