Page 94 of Stars and Scars

“Yes,” I manage to gasp between soft cries and groans. Gray’s nimble fingers adjust to my reactions, teasing me up from a low simmer toward a violent boil. His other hand tugs my dress down, exposing my breasts.

I cry out when he teases me upstairs and down. He silences my whimper of surrender with a hard, deep kiss. Gray claims me, takes ownership of my body and uses that control in the best way possible.

I clutch at him, nails digging into his back. My scream is muffled by his lips and tongue, pulse after pulse of sinful pleasure rippling through me. Shaking, gasping, and shivering, I look up at Gray. Soft morning sunshine highlights his sculpted physique.

“I want you Grayson. I want all of you.”

My breathless whisper draws Gray in. His warmth blankets my body. Gray’s lips smother my own, his hands sliding my panties down with primal urgency.

I fumble with his belt, moaning into his kiss. Soon, no more layers separate us. Grayson’s skin glides against my own. This feels how it was always meant to be. I never thought I could fall for someone so quickly, so utterly, so completely.

Gray throbs against my thigh. I reach down and guide him inside. My soft cries mingle with his deep growls and groans as our bodies intertwine like forest vines.

Our bodies seize together. My nerves are on fire. Every fiber of my being glows with the joy of Grayson’s presence. I can feel him moving inside of me. My hand goes to his chest. The beating of his heart throbs against my palm.

Gray’s face contorts, sweat rolling down his cheeks as he squeezes his eyes shut. He grows hard as iron inside of me. We cry out as one, locked in a dance of pleasure.

“Oh god, you’re so beautiful,” he gasps out as our gazes lock. My beating heart nearly drowns out his words as he whispers again and again. “You’re so perfect. My Sunshine.”

“I’m far from perfect,” I gasp between heavy pants.

“Not in my book.”

I sigh and kiss him on the forehead.

“I may not be perfect, but you taught me something important, Grayson.”

He cocks his head to the side, blinking sweat out of his eyes.

“What’s that?”

“You’ve taught me that I’m a real person, and not just a product/brand on social media. I think I kind of forgot for a while. You were never impressed by my fame one way or the other.”

Grayson chuckles. “You had too many other impressive qualities for me to care about that.” His smile fades and his eyes grow somber. “Youarefor real, Charlotte. You’re the realest person in every room you go into, and I love you for it.”

I hug him tight with all four limbs, happiness blossoming through my chest. Finally, someone knows the real Charlotte, and it feels good. Really good. I want to say so many things to Gray, but then he kisses me, and I forget all about them.

As our lips part, I whisper, "I love you too," knowing that our love story is just beginning. And whatever challenges life throws our way, we’ll be able to face them, together.

EPILOGUE: GRAYSON

I always thought I was the kind of guy who would never settle down. Charlotte has shown me that’s not true at all.

Just a text from her while I’m out on assignment for Platinum Security makes my heart feel light. When I get home and see her smiling face, my heart always skips a beat. Whether she’s wearing a bun and baggy sweatpants or something she’s picked up from a lingerie store, I’m always happy to see Charlotte at the end of the day. Time has just flown by, it doesn’t even seem like we've been together for almost half a year.

When I got home from work today, she sure as Hell wasn’t wearing baggy sweat pants. I barely had time to hang up my jacket before we were all over each other. Now, we’re making love in the golden sunshine coming in through the bedroom window.

I can’t get over how good Charlotte tastes. I could kiss her forever. My heart feels lighter than a cloud.

The darkness has been shooed away, held at bay by her magnificent brilliance. I pull back, cupping her cheek as I gaze into eyes bluer than the most perfect sky.

“Charlotte, I never want to let you go.”

She smiles, her eyes holding that perfect happiness that seems just on the verge of tears.

“Then don’t.”

We lay there together, sweat mingling as our glistening bodies cool. I stroke Charlotte’s midnight black hair, basking in the utter, simple joy of her body laying against my own.

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