Page 68 of Vengeful Secret

If we were together, I’d trace every one with the tips of my fingers. I’d want to know where each of them came from, want to heal them with my touch, my mouth.

But this, right now, this little bubble of time is all we get.

So, I don’t push, just tug my dress over my head and lay back on the bed, spreading my thighs.

He covers my body with his own, his erection pressing up against my hip.

I should be nervous or self-conscious, having him look at my nude body. I know how much it’s changed in five years, especially given my pregnancy. I’ve gained weight, but Gray doesn’t seem to care.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says hoarsely, and it’s a call back to him saying something similar the night we were together at the tavern.

I drag my manicured nails down his back, and Gray shudders, his hips jutting forward as if involuntarily.

He kisses down my throat, between my breasts, his mouth attaching to one of my nipples and then the other until I’m squirming on the bed, heat settling between my thighs.

Gray takes himself in hand, guiding into me, and he slowly buries himself until I choke out a moan.

His eyes flicker to my face.

“I’m okay,” I say shakily. “Just feels so good, Gray.”

“Sutton,” he whispers, and my name on his lips makes me moan quietly in the back of my throat. “A ghrá mo chroí.”

Warmth spreads through me, settling in my heart, and my nether regions.

I love him so much it makes tears burn at the backs of my eyes, but if I say it, that just makes things difficult. It seems cruel that we can love each other so much but not be able to be together.

Gray starts to move inside me, dragging against my sweet spot with every thrust. When he grunts, lifting off me slightly and putting his thumb against my clit, I rocket close to the edge.

Gray gives me a little grin, a hint of the wicked smile he’d had five years ago.

“Come for me,a ghrá,” he murmurs. “Come all over me.”

His words send me spiraling into an orgasm, and I press my nails into his shoulders while Gray speeds up the pace, panting.

My orgasm washes over me slowly, so it feels like I’m coming over and over.

“That’s my girl.” He thrusts into me deeply, burying his face against my neck as he spills inside me.

My body relaxes as he collapses on top of me, my heart rate slowly going down.

Gray props himself up on his elbows, caressing my face with his fingers.

I turn my face into his hand.

In a different context, I’d pull away now, like I had in the tavern, but I know that Gray needs to know I’m okay, that I’m here.

“You were so strong,” he says, his voice breaking. “You did exactly what you were supposed to.”

“I didn't get any information.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he says fiercely. “I should have been watching closer.”

“It’s not your fault, Gray. They would have found me anywhere.”

“I should have been watching closer,” he repeats.

Guilt is etched on his face, and I cup his cheek in my hand.

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