Page 11 of Hunted Innocence

When his tongue slips inside my mouth, my heart begins to slam against my chest at the sensation of his mouth on me and his tongue inside of me. I imagine it somewhere else, anywhere else, and I can’t hold in the whimper that escapes.

Grayson swallows my sounds, and my entire body breaks out in goose bumps. His hands leave my face, his fingers draggingdown my arms, my sides, my hips, and then I feel them grip my ass before he picks me up.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and he turns us and walks me toward the closest wall. When my back presses against the cool wall, another moan escapes me. I don’t know what is happening here or why, but I’m also not going to be questioning a single thing.

I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for years.

Years.

And it’s better than I could have ever imagined.

Grayson slowly unhooks my legs from his waist and guides my feet down to the floor. He doesn’t break the kiss, though. He’s devouring me, consuming me, owning me. And I want him to. I’m silently begging him to do something that I never imagined I would actually want again.

It’s not that I’m afraid of sex. It’s just that I didn’t think I could ever actually want it—need it. There hasn’t been anyone since I left my life with Landon. I’ve been too focused on attempting to stay out of sight and doing the best job I can at Securus.

Grayson makes me want to be touched, though, for the first time, probably ever. Just his touch makes me want to be fucked—hard. When my pants and panties are down around my ankles, I feel his fingers slip between my thighs.

I break the kiss, and my head falls backward, bouncing against the wall behind me.

“Please,” I whisper.

He chuckles, then I feel his forehead rest against mine as he moves closer to me. His fingers don’t stop moving between my legs. He slips them through my folds, then swirls them around my clit once before focusing on that little sensitive bundle.

GRAYSON

I wantto fuck her into this wall, but at the same time, with her past, I’m not sure what she’s capable of handling. I’ve been imagining this moment for years. I’m not sure how much self-control I have left inside of me.

“Please what, Nadine?” I ask, my voice sounding rough even to my own ears as I lift my head so I can look into her eyes.

Her hips roll as she meets my touch, needing it, craving it. I don’t stop moving my fingers against her clit. I know she’s climbing higher and higher with each stroke. Her breathing becomes labored, her eyelids are hooded as she looks at me through her lashes. Her lips parted in awe.

Fuck.

I want to be inside of her right fucking now.

Shifting my head closer to her face, I press my lips against her forehead, trying like hell not to kiss her since I need to hear her words. I don’t know the gritty details of what she went through with that monster, but I know what I went through with mine, and I’m not going to fuck her up any more than she already is.

So I’ll be taking this one step at a time, one moment at a time, until we’re both comfortable with each other’s boundaries.

And we will be. Soon enough.

“What do you need, baby?” I ask in a murmur.

I’m not sure what I expect, but it’s not what she does next. She lifts her hands, and her fingers grip my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh through my shirt. If she doesn’t draw blood, it’s only because I haven’t taken my clothes off yet.

Shifting my head back slightly, I look into her eyes, mine wide as I wait for her to speak. She moans, rolling her hips against my fingers once before she talks. What she says sendswaves of desire throughout my body and causes my control to snap.

It doesn’t bend. It fucking snaps. Like a goddamn rubber band.

“I need you to fuck me hard and fast. Make it hurt.”

“Nadine,” I warn.

“Grayson.Fuck.Me.”

Without another word or a moment to delay, I slip my fingers from between her thighs and shove my pants and underwear down around my ankles. I don’t bother kicking off my shoes or trying to step out of anything.

If Nadine wants to be fucked…

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