Page 102 of Vengeful Secret

“Good. Because you’re always going to be the one for me.”

Gray searches my face, and then leans down to kiss me again.

“I think practice is over for tonight.”

We grab our things and drive the golf cart back toward the house with our fingers interlocked together.

I look up at the stars, picking out constellations and muttering them to Gray as he looks up here and there and smiles over at me.

It’s beautiful here. All of the grounds are well-kept and there’s just so many stars, even though we’re close to the city.

When he parks the golf cart, we get off and I walk slowly, taking in the sights, but Gray just keeps looking at me.

We make it back inside, and the house is dark, everyone tucked into their beds.

Gray keeps hold of my hand as he leads me back into the bedroom.

Gray removes his clothes, sliding naked into bed, and I watch him with wide eyes.

The curve of his Adonis belt, the six-pack abdomen, his broad back and shoulders—all of him makes me want to drool.

I undress and climb on top of him, and he chuckles, shifting so that his erection settles just between my legs.

I bite my lip, wrapping my fingers around him to guide him inside of me, and Gray shudders, taking hold of my hips.

Sometimes, it’s fast and rough with us, especially since we have Ciara just down the hallway, but tonight seems different. It seems more like the other night, after my attack.

It’s more like making love than just sex.

He thrusts up into me slowly, his fingers digging slightly into my skin, and instead of bouncing on top of him, I roll my hips in a steady rhythm, gasping as he glides against my sweet spot.

Gray grunts and puts his thumb on my clit, vibrating it back and forth until I’m crying out his name.

I come first, clenching around him, and then Gray flips me over, kissing along my neck, between my breasts.

He takes a nipple into his mouth and then the other, and my heart is pounding out of my chest, so slick between my legs it’s almost embarrassing.

“Gray,” I murmur. “Want you to come, too.”

“Not yet,” he says, slipping down my body, pressing his face against me and inhaling before lapping at my clit, shoving two fingers inside me.

I whine and moan as he pumps them slowly, too slowly.

I roll my hips up against his face, grinding myself against his tongue, and he moans against me.

“Fuck, you taste so good,a ghrá. Like heaven.”

I flush but keep rolling my hips, desperate to get to my peak again, feeling so good it’s almost criminal.

When he latches around my clit, pumping his fingers faster, I clench around them, coming a second time with a little cry and before I can come down, Gray is sliding back inside of me.

I would have screamed, but he presses his mouth against mine, shoving his tongue in my mouth, and it comes out a deep, guttural moan.

Gray moans into my mouth, kissing me over and over as he continues to pump in and out of me.

I’m rounding the edge of a third orgasm when he stutters and spills inside me, and I tip over the edge, clenching around him, milking him for every drop.

Gray moans and chuckles against my neck, where he’s bitten a mark while we were making love.

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