Page 34 of We're Not Strangers Anymore

“Good, now tell me where.” His voice deepens.

“Everywhere.” The word spills from my lips in a rush of need.

Without another word, he leans closer, his lips grazing my collarbone before moving lower. His mouth follows the path his hands have taken, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. I gasp, my back arching involuntarily as his teeth graze my skin, sending jolts of pleasure and pain through me.

“Remember,” he says, his voice a husky whisper against my skin. “Stay still.”

I bite back a moan, my body trembling with the effort to obey. His hands slide lower, his fingers tracing the lace of my panties, teasing but not quite touching. The anticipation is almost unbearable.

“Tell me what you need.” He demands, his breath hot against my stomach.

“I need you.” I manage to whisper, my voice thick with desire.

He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against my skin. “You’re going to have to be more specific, Rowan.”

“Please,” I plead, my hips lifting slightly, silently begging for his touch, “I need you to keep going.”

Grayson's eyes darken with approval, his finger finally dipping beneath the lace. The first touch is electric, a shock of pleasure that has me straining against my bonds.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his finger moving with agonizing slowness. “Now don’t move.”

I bite my lip harder, focusing on the way his finger teases me. Every stroke, every caress is deliberate, designed to drive meover the edge. He knows what he’s doing, and he takes his time, savoring every reaction I give him.

Grayson’s touch becomes more insistent, his fingers matching the fast rhythm of my heart beat. I can feel the tension building, a tight coil of pleasure ready to snap.

“Please,” I gasp, my voice barely audible. “I need more.”

His eyes burn with intensity as he studies my face, taking in every twitch, every breath. “Not yet,” he whispers, his fingers maintaining their torturous pace. “You’re not allowed to come until I tell you to.”

I whimper, the need inside me growing unbearable. Every touch is a fresh wave of pleasure, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

“Open your eyes.” He orders softly.

I obey, meeting his gaze. His eyes pierce mine with possessiveness. He leans down, his lips capturing mine in a soft kiss that quickly deepens, his tongue demanding entrance. I open for him, our mouths moving together in raw passion.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs against my lips. “So desperate, so needy. Do you want me to make you come now, darling?”

“Yes,” I breathe, the word a desperate plea. “Please.”

He smiles, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Not until you beg for it properly.”

I swallow hard, my pride warring with my overwhelming need for release. “Please, Grayson,” I beg, my voice shaking. “Please let me come. I’ll do anything you want.”

His smile darkens, satisfaction radiating from him. “Good girl. Now look me in the eyes and come hard for me.”

He quickens the pace of his hand with his eyes searing into mine and the tension inside me shatters, pleasure crashing over me in powerful waves. I cry, my body arching against the restraints as my orgasm consumes me. Grayson doesn’t stop, his fingers continue their relentless assault, prolonging my release until I’m gasping for air.

When the waves finally subside, I collapse against the pillows, trembling and spent. Grayson releases my wrists from the headboard, his touch gentle as he rubs the circulation back into my arms. He pulls me closer, his lips pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“You did so good for me.” He murmurs, his voice filled with pride. “I have some work to do with this Conejo situation. Get cleaned up while I’m out, I’m taking you somewhere tonight.”

My stomach is filled with a mix of shame and butterflies. He wants to make sure I don’t leave once all is said and done and he’s doing a damn good job making me want to stay.

Grayson

The night air is cool and crisp as I lead Rowan up the hill behind the vineyard, her hand warm and steady in mine. She looks like a rare flower, her small frame draped in a dusty blue dress that flares at her hips. The light from the stars outlines the soft features of her face. Every time I look at her I want to hide her from the world. She’s too good for it.

As we crest the hill, I watch her eyes light up. Before us is a Large blanket spread out on the grass, lanterns casting a soft glow and an array of food laid out. I squeeze her hand and lead her to the blanket, feeling an odd mix of pride and nerves.

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