Page 130 of Eleanor & Grey

My nerves were live wires, and I thought he could tell because every now and then he’d tell me I was so beautiful.

Once the clothes were off, we moved like the wild.

Everything became faster as we grew more determined with our actions.

He laid me down slowly upon the blankets. The strings of lights shone above us as my hands rested against his chest. I watched his heavy inhalations and exhalations move through his body, and silently I begged him to take all of me. I wanted him to give me his all, every piece of him—the good, the bad, and the broken.

He rubbed his hardness against my thighs, and I arched in his direction. He bent down low and swept his tongue against my earlobe before gently sucking it, sending chills down my spine.

“Please, Grey…” I begged, breathless as he teased me, rolling himself against my core as anticipation built. “Please…” I cried, wanting it all. Wanting him. Wanting us. Wanting love.

And then he gave it all to me.

He slid into me slowly, rocking his hips against mine. My fingers dug into his back as I moaned out in pleasure. He pushed himself in deeper and pulled out slowly, keeping that tame rhythm going for a while, making me feel every inch of him as he pushed himself into every part of me.

“More…” I whispered, and he picked up his speed. He rocked into me, as I held on to him. “More…” I cried as I stared into his dilated eyes and saw his wants, his needs, his passion.

Harder, deeper, faster…

Greyson made love to me as if he’d been waiting to claim my body as his, and I was his to claim. Every inch of me was his. Every part of me belonged to him.

“Ellie, I’m going to…” he whispered, pounding into me again and again. He kept hammering as my hips arched up. “I’m going… Fuck.” He shut his eyes and I fell into the deepest bliss as we hit the greatest high together.

Eventually, he slowly climbed off me and rolled over to my side. I was completely out of breath, trying to control my breathing the best I could. “That was…” I whispered, wiping my hands against my forehead.

Greyson laughed. “Yeah, exactly.” I turned to face him and he gave me the smile I’d always loved. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead, and then he pulled me into his arms and held me.

We were quiet for a minute, just taking in the silence of the night.

“We missed the fireworks,” I joked.

He rolled me on top of him and looked straight into my eyes with a small smirk. “Don’t worry,” he said confidently. “We can make some of our own.”

And then we did.

When we finally got dressed, I found three missed calls from Shay. I hurried out of the room to go track her down as Greyson went to get the limo for us all to go home.

The moment I saw Shay, I cocked an eyebrow. Her lipstick was smeared and her hair was wild. When she looked at me, she mirrored my expression.

“Did you…?” she asked in a knowing way. My hair must’ve looked as crazy as hers.

I pointed toward. “Did you…?!”

She smiled.

I smiled.

“We’re screwed,” she muttered, walking over to me and linking her arm with mine. “But I’m glad episode nine finally happened.”

I snickered. “Shay?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I have feelings for Greyson.”

She rolled her eyes so hard, I wasn’t certain she’d ever be able to see properly again. “No shit, Sherlock.”

“What about you and Landon?” I asked.

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