Page 22 of Reignite

Was I? No way. We were nowhere near being outside my comfort zone or crossing any boundaries. My ego, was all that hurt.

I needed to know what was going on inside Gray’s head. But maybe not as much as he needed to know we were safe.

I’d let him take that control back for now. My submission to him worked to make him relax every time, even if only for a little while. I had the rest of the night to try again. No rest for the wicked.

“No, I’m not using my safeword.”

“Good, because I need to fuck you badly enough right now that if you were, you’d have to drive yourself home, because I’d be walking off this fucking hard-on.”

I knew what he needed as much as he knew what I needed. That’s why we worked. “Fuck me. Gray. Right, here, right now. Make me yours once again.”

“You’re always mine.” He thrust his fingers into my wet pussy, drawing the juices out and pulling them up to my anus. “Every part of you is mine.”

He pushed his wet fingers, one and then two, past the tight ring of muscles. “This is my ass for the taking, Angel. Just as this is my tight cunt too.”

He thrust into my pussy, to the hilt, one long stroke. He fucked my ass with his fingers and my pussy with his cock, back and forth, thrust for thrust.

“Say you’re mine, Angelina. Say it so the whole world knows.”

“I’m yours, Gray. I’m yours.”

He hissed in a breath and double his pace. “Yes, Angel. Say it again and again, until we both come.”

“I’m yours, I’m yours. Ahhh, I’m coming. I’m yours.” My orgasm slammed through me, my whole body convulsing, squeezing Gray’s fingers and cock tight.

“Yes, Angel, fuck yes. You. Are. Mine.” Gray came hard behind me, filling me with his cum, marking my body with his.

Neither of us moved, save the gulps of air we sucked in, trying to recover. My whole body felt like mush and I never wanted to move again. Unless of course it was to be held in Gray’s strong arms.

He pulled me up and maneuvered us both until he was sitting in the driver’s seat and I was on his lap, my face nestled into the crook of his neck.

He ran his hands over my hair, petting me, holding me close. “You’re mine, Angel.”

“I am.” And he was mine. Even when we ran into each other’s walls. It had taken this much time to break down a fraction of Gray’s so he could let me into his heart. I needed to be patient working the rest of his fears about us and himself down. Because he was the only one for me. Forever.

“No matter what happens, never forget that.”

Hmm. I didn’t like where this was going. We’d just proven once again that we belonged to each other. What more did he need?

I took one of his hands in mine and stroked along the fingers that had brought me a lot of pleasure and a touch of pain.

The idea of what Gray needed hit me like a ton of epiphanies. He needed a ring. A piece of paper. An open notice to the world that we belonged to each other. But even that didn’t feel like enough. We needed something even more iron-clad than a ring.

I turned my face into his neck and kissed his pulse. Right there under my lips lay the answer.

A collar.

I needed to collar Grayson Baker.

Whoo boy.

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