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He makes this noise that reverberates through his chest, and it makes me ache, it’s so masculine. And then I hear his footsteps tap across the floor as he follows.

I pick up the pace, wrapping an arm around my bare breasts, as I break out into a run, giving a giggle as I reach my room. He moves faster too, but I almost make it to the bed before he catches me, his arms coming around me as he lifts me off the ground. “That was fucking hot.”

It was. I’m dripping down my thighs, my body humming. “Next time, we’ll play hide and seek.”

He grabs the string on the side of my hip and tugs, the string coming undone, the bottoms half falling off. Then he plunges his fingers between my legs.

I cry out, it feels so good, my toes curling as the muscles of my thighs flex. “Gris,” I gasp out. “Oh God.”

He takes the last step to the bed and then sets me down on my belly, my legs hanging over the side.

“Don’t move,” he commands as he yanks at his own clothing. I catch the pale blue of his dress shirt as it hits the floor.

And then his mouth covers my seam, as he licks me from one end to the other. “Oh God,” I cry out, the friction so good as I fist the blankets. “Yes.”

He licks me, even as he uses one hand to undo his belt buckle, I hear the clank before the sound of zipper fills the room.

Is he planning on pushing inside me from behind? I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t object. I want to feel Gris inside me.

But he doesn’t.

He eases back and then I feel nothing. Lifting up, I look over my shoulder…

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Gris

Every time we’re together,Bella sheds more of her inhibitions, the sex getting hotter and hotter.

She’s bent over, completely exposed to me.

Her hair is streaming over one shoulder, her lips puffy and her eyes glazed over as she looks over her shoulder at me. “Please, Gris. Don’t stop. You feel so good.”

My cock swells in my hand. Yeah. I’m jacking it like a teenager. I know I can’t take her virginity like this.

And I know I’m fucking losing it, because part of me wants to make her promise to be my wife before I break her open.

I reach my hand between her legs rubbing her with one hand, myself with another as I just stare.

Sex in the full light of day allows me to map every freckle, ever indent, and I want to know her intimately. I want to know her as well as I know myself.

It’s like she’s an extension of me.

Which is so crazy because we’ve only known each other for a few days.

She rolls her hips, purring like a cat.

I let go of my cock, spreading her wide before I slide my thumb down the crack of her ass, circling her little brown hole.

I feel the jolt of desire that courses through her. Does she like that? Good. “This. You. They’re mine. You’re mine. No one else touches you, do you hear me?”

She pushes against my hand. “No one but you.”

“Good girl.” I lean over her, nipping at the spot where her shoulder meets her neck. “Now tell me how you want to cum, baby.”

“I want it however you give it,” she purrs back.

Fuck. Me. I reach under her, sliding my hand between the bed and her belly until I make it to her clit, then I press.

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