Page 76 of Salvaged Hearts

We were only just beginning to get to know each other—thereal us—but it was enough.

Alice’s fingers finding the buttons of my shirt gave me all the permission I needed. Mouths colliding, hands roaming, I memorized her lines as she worked the buttons free. Her body fit perfectly in my grasp, and fuck, if I didn’t need her skin on mine.

Alice

If I fuck someone,it will mean something to me…

For two years, I shared air with this man. The entire time believing I was some pawn he viewed as below him—easily discarded and easier to forget.

But he’d stated his feelings around sex quite bluntly that first day, which meant that the monster erection pressed against my belly would either be forgotten or very intentionally put to use. A shiver of anticipation worked down my spine, my body shuddering into him.

Now, I wasphysicallybelow him and absolutely relishing the hard planes of his body ranging over mine. His gorgeous hazel greens ignited, the pupils blown wide, before Greyson dove for my neck. Nothing about the way this man touched or kissed me said I was anything shy of royalty. Neither did his satisfied rumble as I raked my fingers over his shoulders, loathing the suit still between us.

Princess, he’d once called me.I felt like his queen now.

Like the king he was always born to be, Greyson shifted seamlessly from conversing to conquering.

Mouth rough on the tender skin of my neck, he kissed a bruising line up the column.

So much need.So much demand in each forceful suck that rendered me speechless as I arched, dropping my head back to grant him access to every inch of skin.

This wasn’t some casual carnal craving—not by what I knew of him or the way he rocked his hips against mine like I was his for the taking. Not in the way he came up for air, only to chuck off his jacket and loose button-up like a man unleashed.

In the next motion, he gently seized my arms, smoothly guiding them above my head and locking them in one hand as the other roughly scraped over my body like he couldn’t mark enough of me.

No, this was a full-scale possession.

And I hadn’t realized how deeply I needed it. To be owned like this. To be desired and used and pleasured by a man who only took what he wanted.

By a man who wantedme.

Propped up on the forearm still pinning my wrists—as if they weren’t even a hindrance—he pulled back to look at me, wetting his lips as a cocky smile quirked one side of his mouth. I thought he’d kiss me again as he leaned down. Instead, he just hovered, swapping breath as those fiery eyes studied my own.

Sliding his free hand down to where I’d knotted the towel around my chest, Greyson breathed, “I’ve dreamed of doing this since the moment you walked into my office wearing that little black dress and blue blazer.”

That was my first day. The cobalt blazer had been a gift from Elora—a power color. That’s what she said. Apparently, that was an accurate marketing pitch.

“Oh, bullshit,” I breathed. “Save your flattery, Grey.”

“You still don’t get it, do you?” he growled, robbing my breath in the next motion as he jerked the towel free. Baring all of me to him. Satisfied in the wake of my silence, his eyes scraped down to my heaving chest, his nostrils flaring and jaw clenching, before he snarled, “Fuck.”

He almost soundedannoyed. I wanted to say something snarky, to shove against the hold he had on my arms and take back some ounce of control, but Greyson was already moving.

It was the hard, wet pull of his mouth on my breast that permanently silenced me.

Whatever contents my brain once possessed liquefied and spilled free under the hands and mouth of Greyson Hart.

He swirled my nipple in his harsh mouth, a delicious pull of pain and pleasure fanning the inferno of lust, turning my body into a rag doll at this man’s absolute disposal.

The moment he released my wrists, I threw my hands into his hair with a whimper of relief. I needed to feel him. To commit this moment to memory and hold it for rainy days. With that soul-igniting intensity I knew in all other aspects of his life, Greyson’s hands moved to my body, scraping over my ribs and seizing my hips as he lowered himself off the bed and to his knees. With one forceful movement, he parted my thighs, muttering a curse as he revealed my weeping center.

Seriously. All it took was this man’s brute force, expertly distributed over my desperate skin, and my vagina was begging for him to fill me.

“You’re so wet, and I haven’t even started.”

Before I could produce what I’m sure would have been a very witty comeback about the size of the tent in his pants, he dove into my pussy. I thanked every deity that I’d taken El and Hadlee’s advice and kept up a consistent wax schedule. Because he didn’t hesitate to bury his face in my soaked center and lick straight through the middle, sending my spine bowing off the mattress.

“Grey,” I whimpered, earning an approving hum before heinhaleddeeply.Damn, no pressure.

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