Page 90 of Hunted Innocence

One of his hands slides down my waist, then my hip, before slipping inside the opening of my robe and cupping my pussy. I whimper, and my head falls backward against his shoulder as the fingers of his other hand curl around the front of my throat.

Two fingers from the hand at my pussy slip inside of me, his palm presses against my sensitive clit, and he begins to move his fingers in a come-hither motion. I close my eyes, and my hips jerk slightly as he works me. His fingers flex around my throat, squeezing and releasing with each jerk of my hips.

God.

So good.

So. Damn. Good.

As I roll my eyes, my body moves without my direction, just on feeling alone, just instincts. I suck in a breath, then exhale it slowly on a moan, then touch my lips to the underside of Grayson’s jaw.

“Please,” I exhale.

His fingers curl inside of me as he grinds his palm against my clit, and my thighs tremble from the move. My lips touch his jaw, unmoving as my body climbs higher and higher. We’ve had so much sex the past two weeks that I’m surprised I haven’t already come. I’ve been so sensitive, my body on edge for days.

When he shifts his fingers out of me, the loss of him is almost overwhelming. I want him back inside of me, filling me. He shifts behind me, straightening slightly as I feel his fingers paint my lips with my wetness.

Then he squeezes my throat and gently guides me to bend at the waist. I feel his hand gather my robe and slide it to the side before I feel the head of his hard length against my center from behind.

His fingers stay firmly gripping my throat, his other hand around my hip as he guides himself inside of me—filling me full. Grayson’s fingers feel wonderful, but his cock is breathtaking.

I feel my body being stretched to the point where I’m not sure if it can be any more. It burns so good, the pain consuming me and making me climb that much higher and closer to my orgasm.

His hips shift, pulling almost completely out of me before he slams back inside, and his fingers flex around my throat simultaneously. Lifting my hands, I grip his forearm at my neck as he begins to fuck me hard and fast.

I’m on edge. My body is ready. I’m ready for my release. I feel almost as if I’m floating. I’m ready to fall and come down from the high. I want to feel his warm release inside of me—filling me. I want it all right now.

Right. Now.

He flexes his fingers around my throat, cutting off my breath, and that’s when it happens. One slam, then two, then three, and I come. Hard and fast, my orgasm slams into me, then rolls through me as he continues to thrust his hips, his pelvis slamming against my ass with each move.

Euphoria consumes me.

Then I feel him bury himself deep inside of me, stopping before he fills me with his release. A second round, a different type of euphoria, fills me at the warmth of his cum. I’m not sure how to describe it other than it makes me feel whole.

He releases my throat, keeping his length deep inside of me as he leans over my back and touches his lips to my shoulder.

“Good morning, baby,” he murmurs against my skin.

“Are you sure we have to go back?” I ask on an exhale.

He chuckles, his breath washing over me before he hums. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “The world waits.”

“And you must conquer it.”

Grayson snorts, stepping back, and I whimper as I lose him from inside of me. My robe rights itself, the silk fabric sliding over my body and falling back into place. When I turn around to face him, he crowds me, wrapping his arms around me and touching his lips to mine in a hard and meaningful, sensual, chaste kiss.

Then he lifts his head and shifts slightly to touch his lips to my forehead. I slide my eyes closed and relish in the moment because forehead kisses are everything.

“I don’t know if I’ll conquer anything, but I’m going to try to get the power that any of those fucks have removed—permanently. Plus all their money.”

Lifting my hands, I cup his cheeks, sliding my thumbs along the tops as I look into his eyes. I love this man. Every single part of him. And while these past two weeks have felt like a dream, it’s not just because we’ve been isolated from the world. It’s because we’ve been together.

Life will always feel like a dream when I am anywhere near Grayson.

“You’re going to conquer the underworld, Grayson. And I know you won’t save every single person who has been in our position, but you will save some. And you will save future kids from being hurt. You’re going to change the world.”

“More will just come back,” he warns.

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