Page 133 of The Evernight Court

Leaning on my forearms, I lowered until my face was against the jacket, and he slapped my ass again,hard.My knees shook and I thought they might give up on me, but Grey gripped my hips and held me in place as he teased my entrance with his cock.

“Grey, please,” I kept begging, but he was going to take his time.

“I want to preserve you exactly as you are, baby,” he whispered, running a hand down my back, bending over, too, so that I felt all of him against me perfectly. “And at the same time, I want to fucking destroy this beautiful body until you can’t feel any of it anymore.”

Yes, yes, yes!

All that came out of me were screams of pleasure and I pressed my ass back hard, trying to take him in.

“That’s a good girl. Keep pushing,” Grey growled, bending over my back, biting my shoulder. “Your ass was made for me, baby. You’re perfect. So fucking wet and soft and perfect…”

He held himself right there, and reached for his cock,brought the tip at my entrance, and he thrust himself inside me all the way at once.

I screamed into the jacket as my body stretched to adjust to his size. Then Grey rose up on his knees, gripping my hips so tightly they’d surely bruise, and this time he fucked me hard and fast.

It was exactly what I needed. I held onto his hands as he pumped in and out of me, his pelvis slapping against my ass, the sound in perfectly rhythm with our moans. I lost myself completely, and Grey didn’t stop going for a long time, until every inch of my body was shaking with the need for release.

When he began to slow down a little, his thrusts got deeper, and he held himself inside me for longer, moving up and down while he was buried to the hilt, touching my very soul until I was completely blind to the world around me.

Then he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up in one movement, slamming my back against his chest.

His hands were everywhere on me before one settled around my neck, the other on my boob. He held me there, kneeling for him, and continued to fuck me from behind at a slower pace.

Fuck, I needed this to last forever. It was perfect.

Almostperfect.

“Bite me, Grey,” I choked because this deep need inside me I’d never even known existed reared its head, and I trembled at the memory of how it felt to be bitten by Grey.

The surprise made him slow down his rhythm for a moment, but I pushed my hair to the other side as well as I could, and I hooked my hand around his neck, pulling his face down on me.

“Bite me, baby. I need your fangs in me.”

The tips of his fangs slid into my skin the next moment.

My eyes rolled in my skull. He touched my body everywhere with a new urgency as he slowly drank me in, but hiships never stopped moving. The sensation that took over me was incredible, way beyond words. I came with his name on my lips, completely delirious, ready to jump into oblivion even if I knew I’d never return again.

Grey didn’t take much from me, and when he came, too, he let go of my neck, squeezed me to his chest, and buried himself deep inside until his cum dripped down my thighs.

I was completely spent, and I let go of my body, knowing he’d catch me before I fell.

He did.

He lay us down gently and put my head over his shoulder, wrapping me up around him like he couldn’t bear the thought of not touching me, either. My heartbeat and my breathing calmed down quickly, and I couldn’t open my eyes for the life of me, not even when he whispered,I love you,and kissed my forehead.

Sleep took me within minutes.

For three dayswe stayed on the Eighth Isle, searching for Valentine. Hiding away in the cave. Talking and making love possibly once every single hour.

I couldn’t get enough of Grey. My body thrived in his proximity, and my magic could barely contain itself inside me. It had grown so strong I started using it to randomly move rocks around the mountain, just to ease the tension. And the more blood I asked Grey to take from me, the better I felt in my own skin—a combination I never even thought possible, but here we were.

Storm went off the Isle constantly, and he brought back things—clothes and sheets, still clipped to a thick wire, which meant he’d stolen them from whoever had left them out to dry, but I wasn’t complaining. I had a new pair of sweatpantsand a couple of clean shirts, even a pretty red dress. No underwear, but it’s not like I waseverkeeping mine on, anyway, so I hardly noticed.

Storm brought us food, too, mostly fruits but some vegetables as well, which we cooked over the fire outside the cave. Grey said it was safe to eat cooked meat of the mutated animals that lived on this Isle, too. Even though it didn’t taste or look any different, I was still disgusted, so I ate very little.

We had clean water and we had the cave, and most importantly, we had each other.

Those three days quickly became the best days of my life, which was funny considering we were on a deserted Isle that was left in ruins, with nothing on it but monsters and rocks and the body of a dormant siren together with her guardian dragon.

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