Page 7 of Fierce Hearts

She reached for my briefs, her movements deliberate and unhurried. "Your turn." Her confidence was intoxicating. "Now get off the bed, Gray."

Every time she said my name, my dick twinged in response.

I let her take control, moving to stand by the edge of the bed while she rolled onto her stomach and shifted before me. She curled her fingers into the waistband of my briefs, and I had to close my eyes for a moment to maintain control. My breath caught as her fingers grazed my length, and then she slid my briefs down with agonizing slowness. As soon as my cock sprung free, I could've sworn she sucked in a breath.

When I opened my eyes, Sofia was looking up at me with a mixture of desire, her lip pulled between her teeth.

That simple expression was my undoing.

"Fuck, Sof."

I was on the bed instantly, having yanked my briefs the rest of the way off, and now my body was covering hers, her warmth spreading through me.

"Damn, Gray, what's got you so?—"

I cut her off, claiming her mouth desperately, my hands exploring with a hunger I'd never felt before.

I couldn't get enough of her now, her skin against mine, her scent, the way her breath caught or the way she moaned against my lips.

Her hand snaked between us, grazing over my dick, and I shuddered, groaning against her.

"Not yet," I said, my voice rough as I pulled her hand up and pinned it above her head. "My turn first."

Those eyes glittered with delight as she smirked up at me.

"Are you going to have your way with me, Gray?" Her voice was sultry and teasing, and my dick ached at the look in her eye.

There she went again, using my name and making my body burn.

"Tonight, you're mine, Sofia, now be a good girl." I dipped my head, grazing my teeth over her neck, enjoying how she sucked in a breath and arched into me.

I pulled away, noting her frustration and confusion.

"Relax, I'm not going anywhere," I said as I slid off the bed and went straight for my discarded belt on the floor.

Those dark eyes watched curiously as I returned, a soft furrow marring her forehead.

I bound her hands over her head, tightening the belt but making sure it wasn't painful.

"That's much better, princess," I cooed, and she snorted.

"Princess? I'm far from a princess, Gray." She squirmed as I straddled her, and the sight only made my dick ache more.

"Oh, trust me, I know." I couldn't help it as I reached down to grip my dick, giving it a slow pump as her eyes followed the movement.

"Do you want this, Sof?" I smirked, slowly pumping it again. She watched the motion before her gaze met mine.

"I'm not the kind of girl to beg, you should know that." She arched one perfect brow. "Besides, I know how badly you want this, to feel me, to be balls deep inside." She bit her lip, turning her head to the side with a foxy look that had my hand clenching around my cock.

Damn her.

"Don't you want me, Gray?" She smirked, still biting her lip. She knew exactly what she was doing, how she was testing my restraint. How my mere name on her lips had me worked up.

"Trust me, princess, I'll be having you. Once I've got you begging."

Her gaze was challenging, and I let go of my dick as I moved to cover her body with my own.

"I. Don't. Beg," she reiterated, punctuating each word firmly as our faces were mere inches apart.

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