Page 28 of Obsessive Cravings

She shivered, and my cock grew even harder.

“Take me, Greyson.”

“How, Riley?” I wanted to hear her say that she wanted me to fill her, to hear the consent and know she accepted that she was mine, that I now owned her.

“Fuck me.”

I growled, my cock jumping as she pressed her pelvis into me.

“Who owns you, Riley?”

“You do, Greyson.”

“Good girl.” I didn’t wait to remove my pants or to untie her. I dropped my hand, sliding my fingers through her wetness before unhooking my pants and freeing myself. I brought her leg up and set my tip against her clit, hearing her purr. I’d never wanted a woman as badly as I wanted Riley and when I sank into her, it was rapture. My groan was loud, and she lurched into me, straining against the scarves. Her legs wrapped around me, her heels digging further into me with each thrust. I sat back, running my hand along her body and tearing her dress from the slit up, exposing her to me entirely as she complained.

“I’ll buy you another one,” I said, kissing her.

Her lips were as soft as I’d imagined, her mouth sweet like morning dew, and my heart swelled. I kissed her like she was the last woman alive because I’d craved her for so long. She was the only woman I’d ever kissed this passionately, and I knew she was the only one I wanted to ever kiss again. Her body bent into mine as I slid my hand down her curves, touching her the way I’d desired, the way I’d dreamed, without the hindrance of clothing or hidden identities.

I was craving her touch, to experience the feel of her hands on me. I drew back, seeing the scarves digging into her wrists as she tried to reach for me. Grabbing my pocket knife from my pants, I clicked it open. Her breath caught, her body tensing.

Kissing her neck, I murmured, “I won’t hurt you, Riley.”

I reached up, and she bucked. “Don’t,” she cried, and I stopped, the plea in her voice giving me pause. What had the asshole done to her? “They were my mother’s. Please.”

Her explanation reassured me, and I threw the knife to the side, reaching up and untying her wrist instead. Her body calmed, her arm coming around to touch me as I untied her other wrist. Slowly, I lifted her blindfold, seeing how her green eyes shimmered in the moonlight. They searched mine, her fingers coming to trace my jaw before they dropped to my chest. Hastily, she dug at my buttons until she pushed my shirt from me.

Weaving her fingers through my hair, she pulled my mouth to hers, kissing me as hungrily as I’d kissed her. Her feet pushed at my pants, and I couldn’t contain the chuckle at the neediness of her moves. I continued moving in her, too enraptured by her warmth to stop. Even as my pants fell and her legs wrapped tight around my back again, I didn’t stop my thrusts. I couldn’t. I’d waited too long to feel her and it had been worth every minute I’d waited.

Dropping my mouth to her neck, I ran my hand over her body, taking the moment to still myself and slip my fingers between us. I teased her clit, pushing deeper into her at the same time that I dropped my mouth to her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth and loving her groan. She pulled at my hair as she dug her heels further into me, and I could feel her tighten around my cock.

“Are you going to come for me like a good girl?” I said, taking her nipple between my teeth and pulling.

Her pelvis lurched into me, and she fell apart, her body convulsing around me. The feel of her muscles spasming around me was too much, and I moved my hands to hold her hips, driving into her as her head fell back with her cry. The sound destroyed me, my release hitting me like a storm while I gripped her waist, unable to control the climax that was tearing through me, shredding me to my core.

I dropped my head to her neck, waiting for the drowning waves of my release to stop, yet never wanting them to end. When they finally ceased, I kissed her neck, relishing the way her fingers ran through my hair. I lifted my head, pushing myself to my elbows, and looked at her. A gleam of satisfaction twinkled in her sage eyes, and she gave me a coy smile.

“So,” she began rather breathlessly. “I guess this means no gift in the morning?”

“I can think of a few gifts I could give you in the morning, Miss Brinks.”

Her lips trembled before they parted perfectly.

“Unless you’d like me to sneak out like usual?” I asked.

She tilted her head, her eyes creasing. “Why the game, Greyson?”

I could have heard her say my name a thousand times and never grow tired of the sensation it gave me.

“Because I like to play with my prey before I move in for the kill. And you were delicious prey.”

She drew in her breath, her eyes shifting.

“And am I still your prey?”

“Are you?” I asked, wanting to hear her say she was mine again.

Her fingers slid through my hair and down my face as if memorizing each contour.

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