Page 11 of Manhattan Heart

Knowing I’m already warmed up, he only gives me a few seconds to adjust to the invasion, then he picks up a steady pace, withdrawing and thrusting mercilessly, just the way we both like.

“You like this, baby-girl?” Starved kisses, hungry bites. He sends my mind reeling with how good it feels. “You like turning me into a crazy man, don’t you?”

Oh, fuck, I love him wild and reckless. “Yes,” I puff out, holding the sides of his neck. “More, Gray. God. More.”

He drags his lips along my neck with his hand locked between my thighs, torturing my clit at the same time, his mouth shockingly predatory, like a hungry beast about to feast on my flesh.

My brain terminates any real function as he fucks me against the wall, my senses of right and wrong, of modesty, of basic human decency falling away like unnecessary baggage. The door could fly open right now and I would still beg him to keep going as he swiftly pushes himself inside me on each heavy pleasured grunt.

I bring my gaze back to him before my lids drift closed, hissing through my teeth as he pounds me again and again and again in a steady rhythm that’s completely intoxicating.

Grayson is a drug.

Grayson screwing me with his intense cloudy gaze on me is exhilarating.

“Give me your eyes.”

I ping them open, breathing the same air as him as our lips touch but not kiss, just happy to be in the same place.

Pleasure building…building.

This gloriously giving man can have anything from me that is in my power.

The moment Gray broke through all my walls that was it for me.

He owned me, heart and soul and I love seeing him this unrestrained.

I cup his cheeks, taking the hard railing, each shove takes him to the depths of me and forces the pleasure out from my stomach.

It’s enormous and I can hardly stand the wait,I need.

I need so much. But Gray always knows.

“Tell me you love me,” he demands.

“Gray. God. I love you so much.”

His growl does things to me I would have once been mortified at my reaction. But not now.

There’s no secrets between Gray and I. We slogged through the hard stuff of the beginning of a relationship to get to this really amazing place.

It’s heaven and perfect.

The kind of place where we can fuck where we want to, when we need it.

Laughing lightly into his mouth, he kisses me harder than ever, slaking his desire around my tongue and with two shoves, he sends me hurtling high and he soon follows, with his rusty grunt, burying to the root, filling me.

He doesn’t let my legs down for a minute, his face presses into my neck, his hot, rapid breath warming me.

“Wow, that was fun,” I chuckle, sobering from my dizziness when he lifts his head, once again that sixth sense settles like hot lava in my belly and I don’t like it one bit.

I run a hand through the hair I’ve destroyed with my grabbing fingers, putting him back into order. “Do you love me?”

He rolls a thumb against my warmed cheek and when he speaks I swear it brings tears to my eyes. “More than all the beats of my heart, baby-girl.”

I smile, kissing over his face as he detangles us, already feeling empty without him inside me.

Gray helps to put me back together again, kissing me through all his gentle fussing. Then we go home, where he tucks us into our bed and it’s only later when I wake from a dead sleep, my heart thudding out of my chest, and a familiar anxious feeling lying next to me, that I realize he didn’t really answer any of my questions at all.

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