Page 74 of The Eighth Isle

“So am I.” And he kissed me again.

“Hold on,” I said, breathless a minute in. “Hold on, Grey. We need a plan.”

“I know, baby, but the only plan that will work is to wait until she’s comfortable and find the perfect moment to fly off the Isle. There is no way we can beat her, not even together. I’m already getting weaker because I lost a lot of blood and?—”

“Then take it!” I said, horrified that I’d forgotten. “Take my blood. Bite me, Grey.” And I pulled his head down on my neck.

He pushed back again, and he was smiling. “Did I ever tell you how much I love you, my queen?”

“Just take my damn blood. Take all of it.” He’d been bleeding on the floor three nights ago, and he was bleeding again tonight—yes, he’d definitely lost too much blood.

“I will,” he said, kissing my lips gently. “I want it. I want all of you, inside and out. I’m dying for you, Fall.”

His words were like honey down my throat.

“Take me,” I whispered, locking my arms around his neck. “I’m all yours, Grey.”

The way he looked at me was both heartbreaking and electrifying at the same time. “I keep forgetting how beautiful you are,” he said, licking my bottom lip before he pulled it between his teeth and bit, making me moan. “I keep forgetting how perfect your face is. How crazy your body makes me.” His hands slipped down to my breasts, cupping them while his wings spread wider and he groaned. “Fuck, you drive me crazy.”

“Then take those damn pants off,” I said, trying to push the fabric down with my feet, and he grinned.

“Does that mean I drive you crazy, too?” His eyes were sparkling already as he slowly pushed down his pants.Finally.

“More than you know. Otherwise, you would be inside me right now.” I only ever felt alive when I was connected to him in every possible way.

Grey paused for a second, then crashed his lips to mine. He didn’t let me take a single breath properly from then on, but moved with a new urgency, pushing his pants and underwear down and pulling up my nightgown at the same time. His hips thrust against me and I was soaking wet and shaking for him, even with all that fear burning inside me. Even with the panic of getting caught by Syra.

“How will we know?” I whispered, then moaned again as my eyes rolled in my skull when his hand closed around my thigh and his fingers touched me over my wet panties.

“Storm will warn us,” said Grey, and that was all it took to throw my inhibitions out the window and surrender to this feeling completely. Storm would never fail us, of that I was sure.

Grey’s fingers slipped under the fabric of my panties and he touched my burning pussy masterfully, just like always. He dipped the tips of his fingers inside me just for a second, then pulled them up to my clit, making me shudder.

“Keep moving baby,” he whispered, pushing himself up so he could access me better with his hand, massage my clit while he held me against the bed with his arm around my waist. “Keep moving those hips just like that.”

I couldn’t stop if I tried. “Grey, please,” I breathed, trying to push up so his finger slipped all the way inside me.

“Please what, my queen? Talk to me—your wish is my command,” he reminded me.

And I wasn’t half as shy as I’d been with him in the beginning, so I said, “I order you to make me come right now.” Otherwise, I was going to burst into a million pieces.

Grey gasped—actuallygaspedlike he was in shock, but only for a second. Then his face lit up and he grinned the way he used to, like I’d just put the whole world in the palms of his hands.

“Goddamn, baby. That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life,” he growled.

My toes curled all the way and heat crawled to my cheeks, but I was smiling. “Good. Now get to w?—”

That’s all I could get out before he stuck his fingers inside my pussy and his tongue in my mouth, all the way to my throat.

It took him less than a minute to make me come. The way he knew my body was scary. He kept his thumb pressed to my clit while he drove those curved fingers in and out of me, slowly at first, and the more he picked up the speed, the deeper inside me he reached. It was like magic—better than magic. I came calling his name right in his mouth the way he liked, and he moaned with me, like he felt my pleasure, too.

The high lasted a long time, and he loved the sight of me like that, lost and breathing heavily, looking at him through half open eyes. Looking at him lick his fingers coated with my juices.

I never knew just how sexy that can be, but he sucked on his fingers as he watched me, and I could come just by the sight alone.

“What about now?” he said with that devilish grin on his handsome face that had me in awe all over again.

“Now I want your cock.” No embarrassment whatsoever.

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