Page 207 of Mama Si's Paradise

“Your words, baby. Use your words. Please,what?” he said, and he sounded like he was begging me, too. Begging me to put us both out of our misery.

So, I said, “Please fuck me.”

Grey paused for a short second, and even the rain seemed to stop falling on us until he moved again.

Oh, how he moved.

His fingers were deep inside me without warning. Another scream left my lips and my body locked in place, the orgasm so close I could taste it. He caught my scream with his mouth, wrapping his arm around my waist to keep me in place, and he began to pump those fingers in and out of me fast.

My God, I couldn’t even see anymore. I couldn’t hear anything other than my muffled moans and feel his tongue in my mouth and his body pressed to mine. My hands were around his neck now, holding on for dear life as he finger-fucked me like he was in a damn race.

Grey wasnotkidding around.

I like to think that the surprise of it played a role because I came less than a minute later. I came around his fingers and my eyes rolled in my skull, and he let go of my mouth because I suspect he loved to hear me screaming. He kissed my neck while I squeezed around his fingers, riding the high.

My eyes opened just a slit by the end, and all I saw was dark.

Rain on my face. Grey wrapped all around me.

A smile spread on my lips.

I was on top of the fucking world.

And I wanted more.

Grey kept his fingers inside my pussy and pressedhis body onto me harder until the tiles dug into my back. I didn’t mind it one bit, hardly felt it.

“What in the Isles are you doing to me,” he whispered in my ear, but it wasn’t a question. I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, kissing his wet neck.

“It’syouwho are doing things to me.” He’d made me come in less than a minute, and if that wasn’t a fucking miracle, I didn’t know what was.

Fuck, I used to think that I justdidn’t comeduring sex or from anybody else’s hand other than mine. I was so convinced that I was just one of those women, but now?

Now I realized,one of those womendidn’t exist. I had just been with the wrong man.

“Making you come might be the best thing I’ve done in my life,” Grey said, slowly slipping his fingers out of my pussy while he moved back, unwrapping his arm from around me and grabbing my jaw, pushing me against the rooftop, holding me there.

He looked so fuckingfurious,and the sight of him like that set me on fire all over again. His hair was wet, sticking to his head, and his wings were wrapped around us and his chest was naked and his eyes were sinful and dark—and then he brought up his fingers that had been inside me until a second ago, and he slipped them in his mouth.

“Do you have any clue how you look when you’re screaming my name?” he said with a growl, licking his fingers clean. “You fuck with my mind, Fall. You’re driving me crazy.” It was a goddamn accusation.

He tugged at my heart like nothing in the world ever had, not even the piano.Dangerous, dangerous vampire.

“What are you gonna do about it?” I barely said because his hand was still around my jaw, holding me down against the rooftop.

Surprise registered in his eyes for a second, and then thesmile that stretched his lips would have scared me if I didn’t know him.

“I’m gonna do exactly what you begged me to do just now,” he said, sliding his hand down my neck slowly, over my wet shirt and to my breasts, his eyes scrolling down lower to my naked hips and legs.

My eyes did the same and they still insisted that he couldn’t possibly be real—winged and gorgeous andwet—I mean,come on. I shook my head. “Who even looks like that?” I muttered to myself, and I was too turned on to care that he heard. I could be embarrassed about it tomorrow.

And Grey said with a wicked grin, “Your man does.”

I’ll be damned if I’d ever heard anything better in my life. And he could tell exactly how I felt about it when I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to me to kiss the hell out of him.

Grey didn’t break the kiss at all, let me have his lips while he gripped my naked ass that was numb from the hard tiles. Then he pushed those sweatpants and his underwear down his legs and pulled me up within the second. I didn’t need to be told twice. I locked my legs around his hips, touching the edges of his wings with my thighs, and I wasn’t freaked out in the least. I didn’t mind one bit that this guy—my man—had wings. On the contrary, I wanted to study them, too. I wanted to know them by memory, every curve and every claw.

Later, though. Later because right now Grey’s hard cock was pressed against my soaked folds, and I needed it inside me sooner than I needed my next breath.

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