Page 14 of Fierce Hearts

Bastard.

That was all the permission he needed. With one powerful thrust, he was inside me, filling me completely.

I let out a low moan as he began moving against me, the warm water only adding to all the sensations. I was still sensitive from last night, and the pleasure from his dick alone had me digging my nails into him.

I'd always needed extra stimulation to get off, but fuck, right now… It seemed like I wouldn't even need it for the first time.

"Sofia," he groaned, his movements becoming more urgent. "You feel so fucking perfect."

"So do you."

Whatever angle this was, it was perfect, stroking me in a way that had my head spinning.

"Say my name, Sofia," he groaned as he lifted one of my legs higher over his hip. This changed how deep he was stroking me inside, and I moaned as I pressed my head back against the tiles.

"Grayson, don't stop," I gasped out.

"Fuck, Sof. That's right. You're going to come for me again." His fingers dug into my skin with bruising strength now, but it only added to the pleasure building.

"Just keep fucking me," I said between pants. Whatever angle he'd found, it was godlike.

He obliged, and I lost the ability to form words as sounds of bliss escaped me.

"Looks like you're mine, Sofia," he grunted. "Making those sounds on my cock."

It shouldn't have been what tipped me over the edge, such possessive words, and yet it was.

I shattered around him, crying out as my body shuddered and my vision swam.

"That's right, you're mine," he grunted as he buried himself deep inside me as he joined me in climax. I gasped for air as his cock pulsed inside me with his finish.

For several moments, we remained locked together, our harsh breathing echoing in the steamy bathroom. Then, carefully, he lowered me to my feet, keeping his hands on my waist until he was sure I was steady.

"I'm not yours, Gray," I muttered as I came back to my senses.

"Right." His tone sounded off as those green eyes held mine for a moment.

What happened next caught me completely off guard.

Gray reached for the shampoo, squeezing a small amount into his palm before gently turning me around. With careful movements, he began washing my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp.

"What are you doing?" I asked, confusion mixing with the lingering pleasure as all the tension in my body faded away.

"Taking care of you," he replied simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I stood frozen as he continued, rinsing my hair before applying conditioner with the same attentive care. He then took a washcloth, lathered it with soap, and began washing my body—not in a sexual way, but with a tenderness that had me lost for words.

Just who was he right now? How did he go from fucking me like that, claiming me in a way, to caring for me so gently?

This wasn't part of our arrangement. This kind of intimacy wasn't supposed to be included in our no-strings deal. Yet I couldn't bring myself to stop him, couldn't deny how good it felt to be cared for this way.

It'd been too long since I'd felt such things from an intimate partner. Hell, I’d barely ever had anyone do it. If anyone had tried, I’d shown them the door.

These connections were dangerous. But with Grayson, I didn’t want to stop it.

When he finished, he placed a soft kiss on my shoulder before stepping back.

"I'll meet you in the room," he said quietly. "Take your time."

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