Page 64 of A False Start
I want him to bite me, use me, manhandle me. That’s fucking. This...this is not.
“Quiet, Wildflower.”
Gooseflesh covers my body. His voice is so deep that I swear it makes the ground rumble. I swear it trembles in my bones. He speaks straight to my body.
I raise my voice, feeling completely out of control. “Please!”
Griffin pulls out of me instantly, but his hands never leave my body. “Someone is going to hear you if you can’t shut up, Nadia.” The words should be harsh, but he says them so gently they send another jolt to my core.
“I don’t care.” The words tumble out before I can stop them.Do I care?
I’m not so sure. I’m not thinking straight right now, with Griffin’s hands here worshipping me like I’m something special.
I’m not myself.
One of his big hands shoots forward to cup my chin and I push up onto my palms, turning my chin over my shoulder. My gaze crashes into his, even though it feels safer to keep my eyes trained on the pillow before me.
He raises his opposite leg in a show of power, his foot flat on the ground while his hand grips my ass.
He thrusts into me once, and I make a needy little moaning noise. “You keep your eyes on mine.”
I nod, feeling the tips of his fingers flex, gently pressing into my jawbone.
He thrusts again, slowly gliding in and out now. “And you keep quiet.”
My eyes flare. “No.”
The smile he gives me now is pure sex, pure challenge, and it sends a jolt of electricity to my core. His tongue darts out, followed by his bottom teeth scraping over his full lower lip, drawing my gaze away from his.
“Fine, then.” My eyes snag on one dimple, and I stare at him dreamily.He’s so fucking hot.
It’s a testament to how lost I am in him that I barely notice when he shoves two fingers into my mouth. Hooking them into my cheek.
And then he unleashes.
One hand grips my waist, the other fills my mouth, all while he pumps into me. His thrusts are rough inside me; his hands are steel on my skin. He’s like some dark, avenging God using my body in any way he sees fit. Golden skin, a light smattering of dark hair across his defined chest, perspiration glistening over every hard ridge of his chiseled body.
But his eyes? His eyes glow with softness. And I get lost there. In that look.
My thighs shake as I meet him thrust for thrust. Pressure builds and coils. The tenderness in that look wraps around my heart like vines while he plays my body so capably.
A smarter girl would realize what a goner she is right now. But I’m not her. I’m a survivor. So, I push those feelings in my chest aside and focus on the flames engulfing my body, on how good Griffin Sinclaire makes my body feel.
“Fuck. Nadia. I’m...I’m going to fill you up so good.”
God.I whimper. We topple over that cliff in perfect unison. He curses under his breath as he shoots his release into me, and I cry out, the sounds muffled by his hand. I shut my eyes as I turn myself over to the turbulent waters of another orgasm, feeling the sensual slide of his skin against mine, coming apart beneath the hands of a man who fucks me like he doesn’t care but looks at me like he does.
He looks at me like he cares an awful lot. Andthatis absolutely terrifying.
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Griffin
I stareat the pole along the top of my tent, hands propped across my chest. I’ve been lying here like this for hours. It started off as me staring up at pure darkness and slowly, as dawn broke, the blue glow of morning seeped in, and now I can see the silhouettes of every pole that makes up this tent.
I’d rather be in the other tent.
But Nadia didn’t want me there. And I think that might be a first for me.
