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“I know that terrifies the hell out of you, but I. Love. You.”
“T—thank you?” Holy shit. Why the hell did I say thank you? Who says thank you when the sexiest man alive says they love you?
Me. That’s who. The hot mess express train to blabber’s bluff.
Grey barks with laughter, his cinnamon scent splashing me in the face with every exhale.
“You’re welcome, my honesty-challenged angel. Tell me what you need.” The kindness in his eyes obliterates my embarrassment.
He truly does love me.
I slip my hand between us and wrap my fingers around his thick cock. “I want you to hold my power safe so I can let go because I know you won’t try to take it from me forever—just for a little while so I can breathe—so I can be free.”
There’s a hint of sadness in his expression again, but he blinks it away before I can read too much into it.
“You are free, baby, always. Giving up your control doesn’t mean you lose yourself. It means you trust me enough to take care of you while acknowledging that you’ve always held your own power. It means you trust me to hold you together so you can let go. You never have to face life alone again, Sav. Never again.”
“Never again,” I whisper.
“Never.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Again.” Then kisses the opposite side. “You can always trust me. I swear to you.”
“I do.” My words are cut off with a gentle press of his lips to mine. “I do trust you,” I mumble as his tongue seeks entrance.
Grey pulls back to stare into my eyes. “You will never regret trusting me.”
But will you regret trusting me?It seems to be a pattern of mine. I tend to break everything good and kind in my life.
Before I can ask him, his hand slides down my back, then he brings it forward to cup my pussy, and all thoughts escape me.
“I’m going to ask one time, and I want an honest answer. Are you sure you’re up for this?” His finger taps against my entrance, and I moan.
“Yes. Yes, I want this. I want you.”
“You have me, baby. You probably always have.”
With one thrust, we become one…as though it’s how we were always meant to be.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
GREYSON
“Fuck,”I hiss when I’m sheathed in her warmth.
Savvy’s forehead falls to my shoulder, and her teeth sink into my skin. She’s never been a biter, but that jolt of pain sends white-hot lust coursing through my cock. It thickens inside her.
She’s so exhausted, she can barely keep her head up. But I can’t deny her even when I know she needs sleep because I believed her when she said she needed to let go.
“This is going to be fast, sweetheart. And hard.”
My right arm hooks on the edge of the tub. I use it as leverage to pound up and into her core.
“Yes,” she mewls, rocking her pelvis against mine. God, she’s so sexy.
I band my left arm around her, holding her to me as I thrust up, and up, and up. Water sloshes over the edge of the tub, but I couldn’t care less about the mess.
She groans, but it sounds frustrated, and I pull her up so I can see her face.
“What’s wrong?”
