Page 108 of Catch Me When I Fall

I watched as he looked up at me, his dark eyes focused on my hand, flashing with primal hunger. He moaned against me, adding a second finger, finger-fucking me harder. I was close, so fucking close. He sucked on my clit, and my hips began to grind against him in response.

His opposite fingers squeezed my thigh, encouraging me to grind against his face. Soon, I wasn’t able to stop, riding his face, pinching my nipple, feeling his fingers move inside me. He released my clit and kissed the inside of my thigh.

“That’s it, Sunshine,” he praised, going back to my pussy, licking it roughly. “You going to come on my face?”

I nodded, moaning as I brought my hand back into his hair, pushing him down as my hips lifted.

He growled and resumed driving me insane, his hand working me faster, his tongue matching the pace, and when I reached my climax, I was sure this was what heaven felt like.

“Oh, God! Grayson! Yes, yes, yes!”

He moaned against me as he removed his fingers and wrapped that arm back around my thighs, holding me down as he drank his fill. He dove his tongue lower, impaling me with it. More sounds came from him as he tasted my release, holding me down as I thrashed against him, the pleasure becoming too much. My clit was too sensitive. It was all too much.

I began panting, begging for mercy as I tried to push him away from me. In a flash, one of his hands shot up from my thigh, snatching both my wrists, pinning them against my stomach as his other arm shifted, banding across my lower abdomen. I was completely at his mercy.

“I want more,” he growled against me.

“I-I can’t,” I blubbered, tears sliding down my cheeks.

He chuckled, nipping my pussy lip with his teeth. “Oh, you can.” His eyes flicked up to meet mine. “I’m hungry, baby.” He swiped his tongue. “Please, Carrie. I fucking need this,” he begged softly before he dove back in, kissing, licking, and sucking.

There was no beginning or end to the pleasure that erupted inside me. Words didn’t exist. Thoughts didn’t exist. There was only my body and the bounty hunter who feasted on it.

My eyes rolled back as my body arched, my head pressing back into the pillow as I cried out his name, praying for mercy.

He kept going as the orgasms rolled into one another; he didn’t stop until my body was shaking and spent. He pressed a gentle kiss against my swollen, wet core. “Good fucking girl,” he praised softly and let go of my hands.

“Grayson,” I breathed. “W-what? What?”

He pulled away and looked up to me, his eyes like ink in the moonlight, his beard glistening with me. “This is my apology,” he said softly, his voice rougher than normal.

I shook my head, not understanding as my body tried to recover.

“I raised my voice at you,” he clarified. “I shouldn’t have done that. I lost my temper, baby.”

I sat up on my elbows. “You were just frustrated. I understand.”

“Don’t care if you understand, Carrie. You shouldn’t have let me do that,” he said, shaking his head. “Don’t let me yell at you.”

“You told me you loved me,” I pointed out, my heart skipping a beat.

After he marched off to get his phone, I went into the kitchen and silently made us a meal. We ate, not talking to each other because he was working. Then, I went upstairs to edit some photos for the bookstore and came up with a price list for the photoshoot that a few of the boutiques in town wanted me to do for their websites. Eventually, the sun set, and the moon rose, and I went to bed.

Now, we were here.

His dark gaze held me captive for some time before he said, “I’m not your dead husband. I’m not a piece of shit.”

“I know that,” I whispered.

His hands squeezed my thighs. “When it comes to you—the thought of you being in danger…I can’t take it.”

“It’s my fault you’re feeling this way,” I admitted. “I was so stupid—”

“I can’t lose you, Carrie,” he cut me off, surging up to cover me. I saw a glimpse of his beautiful naked body, but nothing more. He covered me, bracing his weight on his forearms. My hands went to his sides, the warmth of his skin like nothing I’d ever touched before. I watched him, lips parted as he reached in between us, lining himself up with my entrance. He brushed his lips against mine, his facial hair still damp.

Slowly, he entered me, inch by thick inch.

“Don’t let me yell at you,” he whispered as I whimpered, my walls stretching around him. “If I yell at you, I don’t deserve you.”

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