Page 125 of The Eighth Isle

“Move,” I urged him, turning on my back, and he was on top of me the next second. My legs locked around him and I pressed my hips up, desperate to feel his cock against my pussy, even though we were still clothed.

Hot, hot, hot.

I pulled off his shirt in one movement, then ran my fingernails down his chest.

“So fucking perfect,” I muttered as he held himself up by the hands, and slowly rolled his hips against mine, giving me an incredible view. Fuck, the way he moved, all those muscles and that soft, smooth skin that Isawso much better right now for whatever reason.

“You’re fucking killing me, Fall. I want to devour you,” he growled.

Teeth on my neck again, lightning fast, and I felt them piercing my skin, his fangs just coming out. I screamed, and heat poured all over my body as I struggled to breathe properly—not because of Grey. Because of this insane need that was rising in me the more of my blood he took. My hands shook so badly as I pushed down his boxer shorts and grabbed his cock in my hands, squeezing as I rubbed him. Grey let go of my neck with a hiss, pressing his forehead to mine, eyes squeezed shut.

“Don’t move,” I told him, and pushed the fabric of my panties to the side because there was no way I could take them off right now. I wouldn’t fucking survive that long.

I pressed the tip of his cock to my center, then pushed it down to my entrance right away—fuck waiting. Grey growled but he didn’t move a single inch, only squeezed the sheets in his fists tightly. And as soon as I had him positioned, I raised my hips to take him in.

We both moaned, muscles locked in place, and I thought that delicious heat was going to begin to fade away now, but it didn’t.It only intensified as I moved my hips a bit, up and down and to the sides to take him in all the way.

Fuck, Fall, don’t stop.

Fuck, you’re killing me, baby.

Keep going, just like that…

He kept whispering as I continued to move my hips up and down, taking him in from below.

“Hold still,” I breathed because I needed this just for a little bit longer. I need to set my own pace and move my body, and Grey let me. He stayed like that, hands on the bed as he held himself up while his hips pressed down, and he let me have my way for as long as I needed.

I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and held onto him with all my strength, digging my fingernails into his skin. Then I pressed my heels on the bed and I picked up the speed with each thrust. I had no idea what the hell was going on in my body, but the thought of stopping right now made me want to break something, and even the thought of slowing down made me move faster. I was buzzing with energy, and the sunlight streamed in through the windows, so I doubted I’d slept the whole day. My muscles were fully rested, and I couldn’t stop moving.

“Fall,” Grey hissed with a groan, and his whole body was shaking, and he was desperate to fall on top of me.

“Not yet,” I told him, breathing heavily, skin covered in sweat, but I didn’t last much longer.

I pushed my hips up faster for barely another minute before I saw the sky over us. Before I came so hard my body locked down just to stay in that state for as long as was possible—and it still wasn’t long enough.

“My turn,” Grey said and fell on top of me, taking the air from my lungs.

I moaned, turned on again even though I was still high with the aftermath of that orgasm.

But I wanted more, and I was already moving like mad.

“Stop,” Grey whispered. “Stop moving, baby.”

He sounded desperate, but I couldn’t. This fire that was burning me, it wouldn’t let me fucking breathe properly. I scratched the skin on his back and grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pressed his lips to my neck and demanded he bite me.

When he did, the pleasure only intensified.

My eyes rolled in my skull when he thrust himself so deep inside me at the same time. I kept moving, urging him to keep going, but Grey had had enough.

All of a sudden he rose on his knees and I cried out in complaint. Was he trying to kill me for real?

“What are you doing?! Get back here, Grey!”

“I will, in just a second,” he said, grinning ear to ear, his lips slightly stained red though his fangs had retreated. Little gave me more pleasure than when he was taking my blood, but now he went and jumped off the bed completely, and I seriously considered trying to pull him back with my magic.

No way was he leaving this room right now—no way. I needed him.

But Grey didn’t plan to leave. Instead, he disappeared inside the closet for just one second, then came back and showed me something in his hands—two leather ties as thick as my finger that belonged to a black dress Adam had practically forced me to buy at the mall that night.

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