Page 89 of Crossover

Trembling slightly, I held the back of his head as I moved my hips, and then I felt a surge of overwhelming affection wash over me. In this moment, I realized that I couldn’t imagine my life without him. The intensity of my emotions blurred my vision as I teetered on the edge of ecstasy.

“Grayson!” I shattered around his mouth, clenching so hard that I almost dislodged his fingers.

Grayson groaned as he watched the pleasure on my face, working every last ripple with his expert tongue.

I thought that would be the end of it, but instead, he kept his eyes locked on mine as he pulled his fingers out and hooked my left thigh over his shoulder. Before plunging his tongue inside of me.

I sucked in a ragged breath, clutching the wall as the cascade of water assaulted our bodies, and Grayson worked my sex—this time with his tongue alone, running it down my folds and back up, watching my reactions as he swirled to the heartbeat of my pleasure.

“You like that, Kitten?”

“Mmmmm…” I nodded.

He rewarded me by circling his tongue along the top of my sex, a fresh ache heating in my lower stomach.

“You taste so good.”

My mouth dropped open at his words and his sinfully low voice as he flattened his tongue and rolled it over my sensitive bud.

“Tell me what you need, Kitten.”

“You,” I swallowed. “I need y?—”

He plunged his fingers back inside of me, cutting off my air. Watching me respond to the squirms of my hips against his mouth, he rolled his tongue and sucked on the sensitive bud, nipping at it slightly.

“Please,” I whimpered again.

With my wave almost at the top, Grayson pulled away, spun me back around, pressed his hand between my shoulders until I bent over, and placed my hands on the wall.

I could imagine how I looked right now—legs spread, bent over like an offering. I dared a glance over my shoulder, locking eyes with him as he lined himself up at my entrance, and…

Plunged inside of me in one angry thrust.

“Ohhhh…” I moaned.

He pulled out slightly and slammed back inside so hard, a bit of pain mixed with the pleasure. And when he moved his hips, he wasn’t gentle, the sound of our bodies angrily colliding and battling with the water, the scent of sex heightened in the steam.

My body stretched around him, taking all of him, and with each thrust, he hit that inner bundle of nerves. He found his rhythm, grabbing my hips so hard that I might have bruises tomorrow.

Glorious bruises that could take me back to this moment, with Grayson channeling his anger and frustration into passion, transforming it into something raw and beautiful.

As our bodies moved together as one, I was overwhelmed by a profound sense of love and gratitude. We were alive, having narrowly escaped the clutches of death, and this connection between us transcended mere physical pleasure or the release ofpent-up emotions; with each thrust, each touch, our bond grew stronger, undeniable in its intensity.

“Grayson…” I held on, anchoring myself to this moment, to him.

“Not yet,” he commanded.

I whimpered. I wasn’t sure if I could hold on anymore…

“Grayson.”

“You will not come until I tell you to,” he ordered.

I clenched around him, trying to hold it back, but it was…I couldn’t…

“Now, Kitten.”

I let go, experiencing the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. My body trembled and shuddered so hard, I nearly lost my balance—Grayson’s arm shooting around my breasts to keep me upright as he groaned.

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