Chapter 26

Twenty-Six

Was it possible that I was feverish? Because it felt like my skin was burning.

Or maybe something under my skin?

Possible, but it burned the most between my legs.

Fuck, I was so wet, and I could tell even before I'd fully awakened. Even before I was aware of my surroundings—of the soft bed underneath me, the smooth sheets, Grey's hand closed around my breast and his hot lips on my neck, right below my ear. He was whispering, too, words I couldn't understand the meaning of, but I understood his tone of voice.

I understood that he was burning, too, with that exact same fire.

"Grey," I whispered, and I tried to grab him, pull him closer—I needed him so much closer.

He pressed himself against my back hard, his cock against my ass, his hand squeezing my breast harder as he sank his teeth in my neck—not fangs, just normal, square teeth.

"God, baby, I want to fuck you so badly," he said, and it sounded like the words were painful for him to say. The fire under my skin turned up instantly. "I need to. I need to?—"

"Move," I urged him, turning on my back, and he was on top of me the next second. My legs locked around him and I pressed my hips up, desperate to feel his cock against my pussy, even though we were still clothed.

Hot, hot, hot.

I pulled off his shirt in one movement, then ran my fingernails down his chest.

"So fucking perfect," I muttered as he held himself up by the hands, and slowly rolled his hips against mine, giving me an incredible view. Fuck, the way he moved, all those muscles and that soft, smooth skin that I saw so much better right now for whatever reason.

"You're fucking killing me, Fall. I want to devour you," he growled.

Teeth on my neck again, lightning fast, and I felt them piercing my skin, his fangs just coming out. I screamed, and heat poured all over my body as I struggled to breathe properly—not because of Grey. Because of this insane need that was rising in me the more of my blood he took. My hands shook so badly as I pushed down his boxer shorts and grabbed his cock in my hands, squeezing as I rubbed him. Grey let go of my neck with a hiss, pressing his forehead to mine, eyes squeezed shut.

"Don't move," I told him, and pushed the fabric of my panties to the side because there was no way I could take them off right now. I wouldn't fucking survive that long.

I pressed the tip of his cock to my center, then pushed it down to my entrance right away—fuck waiting. Grey growled but he didn't move a single inch, only squeezed the sheets in his fists tightly. And as soon as I had him positioned, I raised my hips to take him in.

We both moaned, muscles locked in place, and I thought that delicious heat was going to begin to fade away now, but it didn't. It only intensified as I moved my hips a bit, up and down and to the sides to take him in all the way.

Fuck, Fall, don't stop.

Fuck, you're killing me, baby.

Keep going, just like that…

He kept whispering as I continued to move my hips up and down, taking him in from below.

"Hold still," I breathed because I needed this just for a little bit longer. I need to set my own pace and move my body, and Grey let me. He stayed like that, hands on the bed as he held himself up while his hips pressed down, and he let me have my way for as long as I needed.

I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and held onto him with all my strength, digging my fingernails into his skin. Then I pressed my heels on the bed and I picked up the speed with each thrust. I had no idea what the hell was going on in my body, but the thought of stopping right now made me want to break something, and even the thought of slowing down made me move faster. I was buzzing with energy, and the sunlight streamed in through the windows, so I doubted I'd slept the whole day. My muscles were fully rested, and I couldn't stop moving.

"Fall," Grey hissed with a groan, and his whole body was shaking, and he was desperate to fall on top of me.

"Not yet," I told him, breathing heavily, skin covered in sweat, but I didn't last much longer.

I pushed my hips up faster for barely another minute before I saw the sky over us. Before I came so hard my body locked down just to stay in that state for as long as was possible—and it still wasn't long enough.

"My turn," Grey said and fell on top of me, taking the air from my lungs.

I moaned, turned on again even though I was still high with the aftermath of that orgasm.

But I wanted more, and I was already moving like mad.

"Stop," Grey whispered. "Stop moving, baby."

He sounded desperate, but I couldn't. This fire that was burning me, it wouldn't let me fucking breathe properly. I scratched the skin on his back and grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pressed his lips to my neck and demanded he bite me.

When he did, the pleasure only intensified.

My eyes rolled in my skull when he thrust himself so deep inside me at the same time. I kept moving, urging him to keep going, but Grey had had enough.

All of a sudden he rose on his knees and I cried out in complaint. Was he trying to kill me for real?

"What are you doing?! Get back here, Grey!"

"I will, in just a second," he said, grinning ear to ear, his lips slightly stained red though his fangs had retreated. Little gave me more pleasure than when he was taking my blood, but now he went and jumped off the bed completely, and I seriously considered trying to pull him back with my magic.

No way was he leaving this room right now—no way. I needed him.

But Grey didn't plan to leave. Instead, he disappeared inside the closet for just one second, then came back and showed me something in his hands—two leather ties as thick as my finger that belonged to a black dress Adam had practically forced me to buy at the mall that night.

"What's that?" I asked, confused, but only for a second. Because Grey moved and then that leather tie was secured around my wrist, and Grey was tying the other end to the corner of the bed frame.

"Grey!" I cried out, but he was already working the knot on the other side, and around my other wrist, too, lightning fast because he knew I'd stop him if I could.

"I've been dreaming about tying you up like this, baby," he said when he came between my legs again, smiling mischievously, still hard, and very much naked.

"Please, Grey," I said, wrapping my legs around him, trying to thrust my hips up, completely lost.

But he pushed me down again, then wrapped the sheets around my ankle, slowly this time, and tied my leg to the edge of the bed, too.

One, then the other, while he held my eyes and grinned, then came up and looked at my body, at the nightgown and my soaked panties…

"These have to go."

I cried out again when he tore them off me, then continued to beg him to let me move.

Instead, he thrust his fingers inside me all the way.

I held myself from coming, but only barely. My pussy squeezed around his fingers tightly and Grey growled as he curved them up, massaging his way in and out of me slowly.

"Faster," I breathed, and when I tried to move my hips, he pressed his other hand against my pelvis and held me down.

That made the feel of his fingers infinitely better. He began to pump them in and out of me faster, and I didn't even have any more voice left to scream with. I just kept my mouth open and my breath held and my eyes closed. My body shook the entire bed while Grey finger-fucked me, and I came so hard I might have blacked out for a moment. The way he was pressing on my pelvis was just right, and the speed and depth his fingers reached was perfection. It was impossible to hold back even if I'd tried.

Darkness in front of my eyes, and I didn't see anything for a little while as my heart raced and I tried to catch my breath. I didn't see anything, but I felt Grey over my body, kissing up my stomach and licking my nipples, then coming up higher, his knees on either side of my body. I blinked the blur away because the need to see what he was doing was too strong—or maybe it was this crazy, insane desire that was still burning me from under my skin?

I had no idea what the hell was happening, but I took it because there was no space in my head for anything else other than Grey right now. Fucking Grey. Touching Grey. Being devoured by Grey all day every day—that's it.

He was kneeling so close to my face, his legs to the sides of my torso, his cock right there, hard and slightly curved, the tip so smooth and pink I was salivating already.

"I'm going to fuck your mouth now, too, before I move to your ass," he said. "All you can do is watch how I have my way with you. Just watch."

I moaned in complaint and I was going to tell him to please reconsider, take those leather ties and the sheets off me so I could touch him—but I never got the chance.

Grey grabbed my chin in his hand, said, "Open wide," and thrust his cock inside my mouth.

I gagged and my eyes filled with tears instantly. He was in my mouth, pressing his hips down harder until I felt him down my fucking throat—and I never wanted him to stop.

God, it hurt so good. It felt incredible, especially when he began to move, calling my name, whispering praise to me, telling me how good his cock looked in my mouth. Just as good as it felt.

I tried to raise my head, take him in and lick him again when he moved back, but Grey didn't let me. He meant what he said, and he'd taken control now. He grabbed the hair on the top of my head and rested his other hand on the headboard, and he set his own pace.

The entire bed moved with his violent thrusts. The tip of him constantly pressed on the back of my throat. I felt him holding back and I wished he wouldn't because I could take it. I wanted his worst right now, but my mouth was busy and he had my arms and legs tied so I couldn't let him know. I could break the frame of the bed easily if I wanted—it was only wood. But it was a different kind of thrill to be tied up like this, to not be able to move and grab him, to give up all control, so I stayed put.

Even though the tears kept on coming, I could still make out his face, the way he looked down at me as he held onto the wall, his parted lips and extended fangs, his bloodshot eyes and disheveled hair that gave him a dark, incredibly sexy aura.

When his wings exploded on his back, taking away half the sunlight streaming in through the windows, I knew he was close.

My God, he looked so good. Like an angel of death come to claim my soul, which I'd willingly surrendered to him completely. He began to slow down his thrusts, too, and less than a minute later, he barked, "Swallow, baby. Every last drop."

He came in my mouth and I did exactly as he ordered, happy, but still far from satisfied.

The sheets were in my mouth and I closed my eyes, held onto the leather that tied my wrists to the bed still.

Grey had only taken a moment to wipe the cum that had slipped from the corners of my mouth when he came, and then he moved me again, so fast I was dizzy.

This time, I didn't even complain or tell him to stop—if he kept handling me like this I'd submit forever. There was no reason to want anything else—he was going to please me to the fullest regardless of what I asked, and I trusted him a hundred percent, so it was easy.

Once he put me on my stomach, he tied me to the bed frame again, spreading my legs apart as far as they'd go, the sheets tight around my ankles and shins.

He sat between them and touched my back, my ass, slipping his fingers inside me, then lowered and bit my ass cheeks until his teeth were imprinted all over my skin. He whispered more of those words in Faeish that I couldn't understand as he continued up my back, and when he reached my face, he grabbed my hair again and turned my head to the side until he could kiss my lips like he was starving.

"I'm gonna get you ready for me now, baby," he whispered, lying down on my back, and slowly massaging my entrance with his fingertips. "I'm gonna take my time and I'm gonna make sure it doesn't hurt, okay?" My answer was a moan— fuck yes, I wanted to say. Do it! "Do you still trust me?" I nodded. "Good girl." And he bit my jaw. "Just relax. I got you."

Fuck, I was so excited I laughed a little. "Yes, sir."

Grey slapped my ass so hard it stung. "Hold on tight."

He thrust two fingers inside me all the way and kept them there for a while, curving them up, moving so slightly while he massaged my ass with his other hand, and rubbed his thumb over my other hole. I already knew I was going to love every second of it because I was shaking with pleasure even before Grey took his finger out of my pussy, and proceeded higher, the slickness of my juices serving as his lubricant.

He took his time with it, kissing me and massaging me and teasing my pussy as he slipped his finger in my ass at the same time so that I didn't feel pain at all. Not even for a second.

And I was so damn frustrated because I wanted to feel him in all the way, so I said, "Enough with the teasing, Grey. I order you to fuck me right now." Otherwise, I was going to go crazy.

Grey paused for a short second. "As you wish, my queen."

I heard the grin in his voice, and he didn't hesitate. The next second, he pressed the length of his cock between my ass cheeks and began to tease me with it.

"Raise your ass for me, baby," he told me, and I did. I raised my hips as far as I could, and he immediately grabbed me and held me there, while with the other hand he guided his cock inside my pussy. He thrust himself in violently, and my face was against the bed so my screams came out muffled.

He filled me inch by inch while he thrust his thumb in my other hole at the same time, stretching me so good. He stayed there for a while, holding me up and fucking me until I began to clench around him again, and he knew I was close.

Grey pulled himself out then and brought the tip of his cock up, pushing me gently, teasing me open, going slowly.

It took him a little while, and it did hurt until he was all the way inside me, growling and moaning that sexy sound. But fuck, it also felt incredible. He gave my body time to adjust to his size, and he really did take his time, even if it cost him. With both hands he held my hips up and moved, coming in and out of me until he slid smoothly, until my screams turned to moans.

Only then did he pick up the speed a little bit. I held onto the leather ties and surrendered myself completely to him, didn't try to move at all. Like that, it was easy. It was painless.

It was fucking heaven.

He made me come just a few of minutes in, when he reached a hand under me, between my legs, and rubbed my clit in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. This orgasm was more explosive than any I'd felt yet. I couldn't breathe while it wreaked havoc all over my body. I literally drowned in pleasure.

Grey came soon after, pressing his hips to my ass, letting me down on the bed as he lost control of his own body. I felt him to my very core, even if it hurt a little.

When he pulled his cock out of my ass, he lay on my back with his lips on my cheek. I could barely breathe from the weight of him, but I said nothing because I needed him close still. I need him everywhere, because even though the intensity of that fire inside me had faded somewhat, it was still there.

So, I said, "We're not done yet," when my heartbeat slowed down a bit.

His lips stretched against my cheek. "Not even close."