Page 110 of Crossfire

Yet wanting him to slow down and never leave my chest, all at the same time. Longing for him to spend his days and nightslicking and sucking my breasts and leave trails of chilly skin in the wake of his heat.

His lips were both soft yet aggressive, and then…he trailed his mouth lower, down my quivering stomach, where his kisses lingered, teasing me perhaps. Or drawing out the suspense. The hunger between my thighs became unbearable.

“Please,” I panted, too far gone to care that I was begging.

Grayson’s face lit with mischief, his moss-colored eyes crinkling as his mouth slanted up. “Running out of patience already, Kitten?”

I blushed at the nickname, remembering its meaning.“I need you,” I breathed.

Grayson trailed his hands over the swell of my breasts, down my stomach, and then knelt, spreading my thighs. I felt exposed, vulnerable, as he drank in the sight of me.

“Exquisite,” he growled. “You’re so beautiful, Ivy.”

The pulsing intensified, the hunger becoming unbearable as I bloomed for him, glistening and ready.

He trailed a finger down my sex, making me suck in a ragged breath as he slowly pushed his finger inside me.

I fisted the bedspread as he plunged deeper, stoking the ache at my center.

Then, his mouth was on me, and I nearly jackknifed off the bed at the first slick slide of his tongue.

He devoured my pearl, silencing every coherent thought as he feasted on my cries and whimpers. Grayson took what he wanted, and it was intoxicatingly intense, having him take control like this, touch my body the way he wanted, making me his own.

Something in my lower stomach began to vibrate and pulse, and when my hips jerked, he pressed his free palm harder against my thigh to hold me in place while circling his tongue along the apex of my desire.

I looked down, and for a moment, I allowed myself to savor the scene. Grayson, the tall, muscular lethal operative, kneeling between my spread thighs, his head buried in my aching sex. His eyes were closed in blissful concentration, opening periodically to drink in the sight of my glistening folds. While his broad shoulders flexed, his dark locks bobbed as his fingers pumped in and out of me.

He played my body’s notes like an orchestra’s conductor, coaxing sighs and moans from my lips with every flick of his tongue. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth on me filled the room, mingling with my increasingly desperate cries. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my core as he licked and sucked and swirled, the pressure building until I thought I might shatter from the sheer, ruthless ecstasy of it all.

I fisted my hand in his hair, mindless with need, seconds from begging him to never stop. In that moment, I’d never been more aroused in my life, completely at the mercy of this gorgeous, dangerous man as he brought me to the brink.

“Come for me, Kitten,” Grayson demanded against my flesh. “I want to taste your pleasure.”

His words were my undoing. With a hoarse cry, I shattered, shuddering and clenching as the most intense orgasm of my life ripped through me. Grayson growled, working me through every last ripple of bliss.

Panting, dazed, I could only stare as he slowly kissed his way back up my body, the steel of his arousal pressing insistently against my thigh.

“I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me,” Grayson rasped.

He reached for the condom, sheathing himself with a hiss before lining himself up at my entrance.

“I’m going to claim every inch of you,” he promised.

He pushed slightly, breaching my entrance with a pinch. I grabbed his shoulders as he pushed in another inch, slowly dipping inside of me, waiting for my body to swallow him, one inch at a time.

Filling me, stretching me, until finally, he was all the way inside. Our bodies, our souls connecting into a beautiful piece of art, a puzzle finally finding its match.

“You feel so damn good,” he growled into my neck. “Like you were made for me.”

He pulled out slightly, then pushed all the way back in, stretching me, branding me.

He began to move then, deep, rolling thrusts that stoked the embers of my desire back into an inferno. The drag of his hardness against my inner walls was indescribable, hitting a spot inside me that made stars explode behind my vision.

“Grayson, please…” I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for, only that I needed more of him, all of him.

His big hand wrapped around my throat, exerting just the right amount of pressure to make me lightheaded with want.

“Surrender to me, Ivy,” Grayson growled, his eyes still locked on mine.

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