Page 18 of Craved By Gray

I feel him everywhere. Doing everything. All at once

“Oh!” I cry out, my back arching when he wiggles his digit into my sex, teasing a pleasure point I had no idea existed.

“So tight,” he hisses. “Your pussy is so snug, princess. God, I could come just from touching you.”

“Too much,” I pant, even as my hands release the grip I have on the sheets to grab my sensitive tits. I knead my breasts, tugging on my nipples hard enough to send a wave of pleasure shooting to my clit. He stays lapping at my clit, circling the nub with his tongue as he starts working his finger in and out of my sex, stretching me. “Oh, God… I can’t… Gray…” I pant as he pullsme closer to an edge. He has me wound so far up, I can tell the drop will be long.

“Eyes on me,” he growls, and my eyes snap open to lock with his, breath getting choppy as he picks up the pace, his finger moving faster in and out of me even as his tongue works over my clit, playing my body like a virtuoso.

There’s no warning, nothing I can do to brace for the explosion as it tears through me. A white light flashes over my eyes, and for a solid three seconds, I am blind, mouth agape with a soundless scream as the muscles in my stomach clench before releasing rapidly with a rough shudder. One that steals my breath away and threatens to wreck me.

I can’t breathe. I can hardly see through the haze of pleasure slithering over every nerve of my body.

It’s his name on my lips when I cry out again, rocking forward to ride his tongue and finger. I sob, tiny tremors rolling through me as he sucks at my clit, drawing out the climax until I’m trembling in the bed.

“I’m going to make you mine,” he claims, pulling out his fingers and climbing up my body. I notice a vein pulse on his forehead when the haze clears. “No one else can have you. No one fucking touches you after this.”

I can dream. I’ll allow myself to dream of belonging to this man for more than a single night.

“Yours,” I whisper, fantasizing about something that feels impossible. But I don’t let myself linger on the thought as I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull his lips down on mine. Wanting to be kissed. Wanting to have him breathe into me. Wanting a connection—assurance. “Take me. Make me yours!”

I’m desperate for it. A part of me is terrified that something will happen any second to end this. Stop Gray before I can give him the part of myself that is mine to give.

My innocence is not for my father to sell or for the Vipers to claim. It’s mine, and I want Gray to have it. To have me!

Please.

“There isn’t a man strong enough to stop me from making you mine, princess,” Gray rasps as he settles between my legs, and I feel the heavy press of his erection. His cock is huge, and considering how his finger felt inside of me, I figure it’s going to take some time before I get used to him, but I don’t care.

As long as it’s him.

Gray grasps the base of his shaft and strokes himself slowly before positioning the head of his cock at my entrance. He rubs it over my sex, his eyes on mine as he eases his thickness inside of me. “Oh!” I gasp at the pinch of pain as he stretches me, fighting the urge to lock my legs against the discomfort.

“Look at me,” he commands, and I don’t realize that my eyes have shut until he speaks. I open my eyes and lift them to those perfect blues. “I want you to see and remember who takes you. Who will only ever have you.” His left hand closes around my thigh and brings it to his hip, the move sending his cock deeper into me, stretching me and making me whimper at the intrusion. “Shh, I’m going to make it all better, princess.”

“Yours,” I breathe, wanting more than anything for it to be true.

“Damn right,” he hisses, rocking his cock in shallow thrusts until the feeling of discomfort shifts to that of pleasure. Each shallow thrust sends him deeper, and I can tell he’s holding back from the pulsing vein and the sweat beading his forehead.

He doesn’t want to hurt me. Even now, when it’s unavoidable, he still wants to make it better for me, and that sends my heart aching with affection.

I am in love with Gray, I realize with sadness.

It’s an odd moment to realize I love him, but as I stare up at the strong man, muscles tense and strained—I realize I will never love anyone more than this man. Later in life, when I’m stuck in an unhappy relationship, my heart will still beat for him. Race at the memory of his touch. Of his taste and scent.

I love him.

My hands circle his back and grip his butt before pulling him forward and rocking to meet his thrust, his roar mixing with the cry that tears from my lips. A sharp pain tears through me at the intrusion before dulling into a throb.

I feel him. Every inch of his massive shaft, filling me…stretching me…

“So full,” I pant, gripping him and digging my nails into his muscular back, no doubt breaking his skin with my grip.

“Fuck, baby, you should have let me take it easy for you,” he says, pressing his mouth over my temple, his breath just as heavy as mine. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“It doesn’t,” I whisper, burying my face in his neck and hugging him tight against me. “It hurts a little, but it’s fading. Don’t stop. Please…take me.”

“Fuck,” he curses softly as he rolls his hips, giving my body a chance to get used to his massive girth as he draws back, but for only a second before he slides back in. My back arches and mouth parts with a gasp.

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