Page 75 of The Eighth Isle

Grey growled, even though he wasn’t as surprised as that first time. He growled, then slammed his lips to mine and kissed me furiously, letting me taste the sweetness of my juices that he adored so much. He moved us, fell down on his back and putme on top, and I was already pulling my nightgown off because I needed his hands on me.

“My greedy, beautiful queen,” Grey said, when he pushed me up to sit on him, his hard cock against my soaked folds. I threw away the nightgown and watch him admire me as he whispered to himself,perfect, flawless, made for me.

Oh, yes, I was.

As much as I wanted to take my time with him, kiss every inch of his skin and take him in my mouth, there was no telling how much longer we had until Storm warned us. So, I rose to my knees and I took his cock in my hand, played with it for only a second so I could see the look on Grey’s face, then I sat on him.

Fuck, the way he stretched me was out of this world still, even though we’d been together too many times to count already. I felt him to my very core, and I took him in all the way at once because I really couldn’t wait. My head fell back and my eyes rolled in my skull, and for a moment I just stayed there. For a moment, I just felt him, connected with him the way I yearned to. We became one.

Then Grey wrapped his hands around my hips to hold me in place and thrust his hips up like he meant to break me open.

I moaned, my hair falling over half of my face as we looked at one another, our bodies in perfect sync.

“Do you want me to ride you?” I asked because he still wouldn’t let me move. He held my hips so tightly they were going to bruise—and I couldn’t wait to see it.

But Grey shook his head. “No, my queen. I just want you to sit there and take it.”

Then he began to fuck me from below.

He looked like a man possessed as he held my hips just slightly up then drove into me, picking up the speed before the minute was over. I held onto his forearms as I jumped up anddown with the strength of his thrusts, small screams coming out of me each time he slammed into me.

A little while later, he began to move me on his cock instead, and I was already as good as gone. He knew we couldn’t make this last, too, even if we both wanted to be lost in this moment forever. We knew, so we were in a hurry.

But even so, Grey moved one hand to my stomach as his thrusts became more and more desperate, and every inch of my skin rose in goose bumps at the reminder.

He held my eyes and continued to move my hips on him, up and down and forward and back. It was an intimate moment unlike any we’d shared so far, and it was perfect. It was ours. It was our whole world and lives wrapped into that one look. I’d carry that feeling close to my heart until the day that I died.

He came hard, thrusting his hips up and throwing his head back, eyes squeezed shut. I continued to move on him until I came, too, crying out his name. It was both incredibly beautiful and sad at the same time when I fell on his chest and raised my head until my neck was in front of his lips.

“Bite me, Grey,” I whispered, and he did.

His fangs were already extended, and he bit me gently. It barely lasted ten seconds before he let go, and I had no idea if he’d taken enough, but I was too tired to even ask. And after, Grey wrapped his arms around me tightly, held me there and kissed the top of my head. There was no need for words at all.

I thought I’d have another moment to collect myself. I thought I’d get to kiss him and lay in his arms for a while longer. Just a little while.

But barely two minutes later, Storm roared right outside the windows.

Days passed by in a blur,and before I knew it, it had been a whole week since I’d become Syra’s prisoner.

Grey didn’t come to my room again, and I rarely saw him outside with Storm when I went for walks. I found books in my room one day after I returned from breakfast, all novels in English, and as much as I wanted to throw them out the window, I held onto them because there was nothing else to do but think.

Think and walk around the Isle, get lost in the woods for hours chasing animals, looking out at the sea, before I had to return to that same trap again at the end of each day. Think about the fact that I was pregnant and there was no telling whether the true end of the world—of this magical world, at least—was ahead of us.

So, I would rather get lost in a fictional world altogether and escape my own reality while I waited for a miracle. For Grey to figure out how to take us away from here. For Syra to realize that this wasn’t the life she wanted, after all.

But none of it happened, and I went through all the books fast, reading every second while I was awake and inside the castle.

On day ten, I found nine more books by the door in the morning when I left for breakfast, and I was so excited to read the covers you’d think someone had handed me my freedom back. Butit wasa kind of freedom. These books freed me from my reality better than anything else ever could.

That same morning, Syra, Grey and Valentine were at the dining table for breakfast, too.

I stopped in my tracks when I saw them through the doorway, and my legs refused to take me forward for a long moment.

But then the idea of being near Grey, even if it was just for a little while, was stronger than anything else in there that scared me shitless, so when Syra ordered me to go in, I went and sat in that chair near him, my heart slamming in my chest.

He looked good. He was clean, his hair shorter, his beard trimmed, his eyes grey and vibrant when he met mine. He hadn’t lost blood recently by the looks of it, but I still wished he’d find a way to come to me just so he could feed off me. That night he really didn’t take much, and it would give him more strength to do whatever he did around the castle every day.

But I also knew that he wouldn’t put me in danger in any way. As long as Syra was in this castle, he would never come to my bed again.

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