Page 71 of Crossover

It was too much, too intense. I began to twist, but his hand clamped around my thighs, holding my center to his mouth.

“You taste so good, Kitten,” Grayson groaned, the vibration making me gasp.

Then, he sealed his lips around my sensitive bud and sucked hard, until I nearly screamed. My thighs trembled, my back arching.

Holding my thighs, he tugged my sex harder against his mouth as he worked his tongue up and down, and then, with a smoldering intention firing in his gaze, he plunged his tongue inside of me.

The back of my head hit the wall again as he moved in and out, his nose hitting that perfect sweet spot with his every thrust.

Grayson’s mouth explored me with maddening skill, his tongue a delicate yet powerful weapon stoking the flames of my desire. I fisted his hair while his groan vibrated against my sensitive flesh as he feasted on me, pushing me toward a precipice I both craved and feared. Coming on the face of a man who should be my enemy was wrong.

And yet it’s all I wanted, all I craved right now.

I’d never had a man do this to me before. I never imagined a tongue could feel this good, but it was a delicate alternative to feeling all of Grayson inside of me. When he groaned, he pulled his tongue out and moved his mouth back to the top of my sex, swirling and sucking the sensitive bud.

My orgasm began building even faster, my hips bucking and squirming. Maybe that’s why he paused for a moment to remove the gun—maybe he was worried it was at risk of discharging, but whatever the reason, he set it on the ground. The dark gleam of it was a stark reminder of who he was. Of the danger pulsing between us, as palpable as the ache he’d ignited in my core. I should end this insanity now, reach for that weapon and reclaim control.

Instead, I parted my thighs even wider in silent invitation, my pulse hammering as his eyes flashed with hunger and approval. Gripping my hips almost painfully, he consumed me, commanding my pleasure as ruthlessly as he did everything else.

Pressure built unbearably until it finally crested and broke.

“Grayson…”

His intense gaze seared me, demanding I come hard for him as I shattered, helpless to resist the devastating ecstasy. I rode ripple after ripple of my climax on his beautiful, dangerous mouth.

When I was done, Grayson pulled his mouth away, stood up, and took his clothes off.

“On the bed.”

I gladly obeyed, forgetting for a moment why I’d fought this drug.

“Now, turn over.”

The dominance in his tone shot a fresh jolt of heat inside my core, needing to feel him between my legs as I turned onto all fours. I moaned when he grabbed my thighs and pulled my lower half off the bed, planting my feet onto the ground. He stood behind me and lined himself up at my entrance.

Teasing. Tormenting me in the best possible way. One large hand engulfed my shoulder as he pushed halfway inside of me, my body struggling to accommodate his impressive girth. I fisted the bedspread as he pulled out to the tip but only came back in halfway.

“Tell me what you want, Kitten.”

“Please,” I whimpered, pride in tatters. “I need all of you.”

Grayson thrust his hips forward so hard, I panted as he filled me completely, my body stretching around him.

I moaned louder as Grayson pounded his hips, taking me with punishing force. It was primal, animalistic, and I reveled in it.

He moved his hand from my shoulder to the back of my neck, pushing my turned head into the bedspread as he took his anger out on my body. In the most beautiful, intoxicating way.

Another wave began rising, and when I turned my chin slightly, looking back at the raw carnality on his face as he held me down and took me from behind, it grew tenfold. Here I was. Completely naked, my legs on the ground, chest held against the bedspread by a killer as he buried himself inside of me.

Dark hair. Commanding jaw, eyes like sun-dappled leaves, and taut muscles. He was stunning, and my body, it responded to his every touch, every thrust. The ache in my thighs rose even higher, and Grayson stared at me with expectancy, sensing I was about to crash over.

“Grayson…”

When I moaned into my orgasm, he watched the ecstasy on my face as every last ripple washed over me.

Until, finally, he groaned against his own release, pounding a few last times before stilling.

We lay there for a moment, breathless. Panting. Sweaty.

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