Page 112 of The Eighth Isle

Grey finally took my legs off his shoulders, but he didn’t let go of me at all. He wrapped me up in his arms and held me to his chest, kissing my face while I struggled to open my eyes, exhausted in the best possible way—but I knew it wouldn’t last. My body would be fired up within the minute, as was always the case with Grey.

“Don’t fall asleep now, baby,” Grey whispered, bringing his lips to mine. “I’m not done with you yet.”

I smiled lazily. “Did you enjoy your feast?”

He squeezed me to his chest tighter. “You have no idea. You taste better every time. It fucking blows my mind.” And he stuck his tongue in my throat, kissing me furiously, like it was a goddamn accusation. “I enjoyed my feast very much, baby, but it’s only whetted my appetite. Now I need more. I needeverything.”

“Greedy Mister Grey,” I muttered as he slowly pulled us toward the bed.

“I am,” he said with a grin. “I’m a greedy bastard.”

“You’remygreedy bastard.”

He stopped by the bed corner and leaned his head back to look at me. “I am. Even my soul belongs to you, my queen.” He said it solemnly, like it was an oath.

It didn’t surprise me because my soul belonged to him, too.

I grinned. “You really are a sight to see, but you look better when you’re worshiping me.”

A brand-new light twinkled in his eyes. “It’s the best thing I’ve done in my life.”

I nodded—absolutely true. “And you do it really well.”

“And I’m going to do it again and again.” He leaned in closer, his lips hovering over mine.

“…and again,” I whispered, before he kissed me and took my breath away.

Then he threw me on the bed and I bounced a couple of times before I settled, but I still saw how he took his clothes off to get in bed with me.

I was on fire again even before he touched me.

“It’s beautiful,”said Grey as he ran his hands down my bra.

“Are you going to tear it off me?” He’d already done that with my dress and my panties, which were probably somewhere by the window still.

“No, I think I’ll keep it for now,” he said, leaning down to kiss my collarbone as he pushed my legs to the sides. Then he went lower and lower, kissing and licking until he reached the lacy fabric. He looked up at me with a mischievous little grin beforehe grabbed it between his teeth and pulled it down to reveal my breast.

Goddamn him, he was hot as fuck.

He stuck his tongue out and—still holding my eyes—flicked the tip over my rock-hard nipple. A miracle I didn’t fall back on the bed. The need to see more of what he did to me held me there with my head a bit raised, looking down at this beautiful creature who came alive when he was naked with me.

My hands were in his hair, but then he grabbed them by the wrists and pulled them down on the bed, squeezing them gently. He did the same thing to the other side, too—grabbed the fabric of the bra and pulled it down with his teeth. This time, though, while he looked at me, he took my breast in his mouth and sucked, too.

Impossible to hold back a moan. My back arched to give him even more, to give him everything.

He took his time in kissing and licking and biting me, sometimes looking up at me and sometimes so focused on what he was doing he looked possessed. But he didn’t let go of my wrists even when I begged him—I wanted to move, to grab him, touch him, too—until he was at my stomach and lower, kissing my pelvis, running his tongue on my clit just once before he rose to his knees.

By then I was already panting. He could secretly be a god judging by the way he brought me to life with that tongue.

He pulled my legs up, too, rested my heels on his shoulders, then proceeded to kiss them and touch them, going all the way down to my thighs to tease me until my hips were moving uncontrollably. I held onto the sheets, completely hypnotized as he kissed every inch of me, then slowly pushed my legs back together, and my knees toward my chest.

With one hand under them, he pressed my thighs down. A growl sounded from deep in his throat as he looked at mypussy. He stuck his thumb in his mouth and licked it, completely focused as he brought his hand down again, then pressed that thumb to my clit. I didn’t see it, but I felt it all the way to my soul.

I cried out his name and he didn’t let me move a single inch, holding my legs down and torturing me with that thumb, slipping it inside me all the way, then back up to my clit again while he whispered his praise to me.

My eyes were closed and my whole being hung on that thumb as his movement became faster and more violent. God, he could make me come like this within a minute, and I would have no complaints whatsoever.

But Grey had other plans.

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