Page 60 of Rebellion

Gray thrust into me hard, thundering my name, pushing my body to give more, extending my orgasm until I thought I would explode into a pile of bliss and delight.

“Gray, yes, Gray.”

He roared and came inside of me. “Fuck, Angel. God, I love you.”

A hot shiver, like being wrapped in a warm blanket after standing out in the cold for a hundred years rolled through me.

Gray loved me.

No, my orgasmic brain must have made that up while pouring endorphins and dopamine and other fantastic sex hormones into my system.

We lay together unmoving except for our hearts and lungs. I never wanted to be anywhere more.

Gray sucked in a long breath and pressed his lips along my neck and up to my ear. “Angel, untie me.”

I groaned. My time being in charge, having him at my mercy and right where I wanted him was over.

I moved to sit up and he pulled his body from mine.

That left me cold, down to my soul.

If we weren’t fucking, would he still be mine?

I rolled to the foot of the bed, yanked at the metal rings dangling from the ankle ties and then went to undo the silk at his wrists. The knots were ridiculously tight. He’d pulled so hard on them that not only had he broken the damn headboard, he’d stretched the material. I had to pick at the ties to even loosen it a little. Which was fine, because I needed a minute to pull myself together.

I replayed the last few moments in my mind wanting to hold on to them for all time.

I love you.

He had said it.

Cojeme.

Gray loved me.

That was absolutely, unequivocally, the best sex of my entire life, but I hadn’t expected him to declare his feelings for me. I wanted it, but never thought those three great big words would come out of his mouth.

I tempered my excitement. It might have been the heat of the moment. It would be okay if it was. I told myself the lies to prepare for the worst.

The second I let him free, Gray pounced, tumbling me onto my back and underneath him.

His eyes were on fire, his jaw set, that muscle there working overtime. “The CIA should hire you for your interrogation techniques. Except for the part where you let your prisoner free and ended up flat on your back.”

Nope. Not trading a single minute. I could barely contain the glee wanting to sing out from inside of me. But didn’t, just in case. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

Gray grabbed my arms and shoved them over my head, then he crushed his lips to mine and kissed me brutally. Here was the fire I knew, loved, and was turned on by.

Fuck, yes. I kissed him right back.

One hand held my wrists and the other roamed over the corset I wore, working at the laces. I could hardly wait for him to free my breasts and then take advantage of them. I wanted his mouth on my everywhere.

I wanted one more thing. More than I wanted Gray’s mouth, or his cock, or his fingers. To hear him say those words again.

I bit at his lip, sucking it into my mouth, taking as much from him as he was from me. Our tongues lashed at each other and I relished the torrid taste of him.

I loved him.

He loved me.

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