Page 51 of Lilies in Autumn

“Knowledge, complete domination, and power.”

“Wow.”

“Scared yet, vixen?”

“Not scared, exactly. Just intrigued, I guess.” I’m not lying. I don’t think there’s anything about Greyson that’s scary. Intimidating? Yes. Intense? One hundred percent. But scary? No. There is nothing he has done to evoke fear in me, despite the situation we’ve found ourselves in.

“Good. Now, are you ready to see the real reason why Lincoln’s dare did fuck-all to me?” I swear to God, if he makes a joke about how his dick is so hard that it hurts worse than a piercing, I am walking out. Grey raises an eyebrow, waiting for my response.

“Yes, please, show me why nipple piercings didn’t faze you, freak.” With a swift tug, Greyson’s briefs fall to the floor and his extremely hard, extremely thick, and extremely pierced penis is on display.

“Is that fucking pierced?” I blurt out, nearly screaming from shock.

Grey’s soft laugh penetrates through the fog surrounding my brain. I’m sitting on his bed, fully clothed, while he stands at the foot of his bed dressed in nothing but nipple rings and dick jewelry.

What the fuck?

“It’s called a Jacob’s ladder.” He lifts his erection, showing the five rows of piercings on the underside of his dick like it’s show and tell. “It hurt like a motherfucker, which is why these nipple piercings didn’t bother me.”

I stare at him, my mouth hanging open, and I’m not sure what to say. He looks like a tattooed and pierced rocker god, and I’m trying hard to compute how I ended up in his bed. I open and shut my mouth, trying to figure out the right words. I probably look like a fish gasping for water right now, but instead of going limp, Greyson’s dick seems to get harder the longer I stare.

“Vixen,” he begins, “say something.”

“You’re fucking pierced, Greyson,” I say directly to his penis.

He tugs on his erection. “I am, Ava.” Taking slow steps forward, Grey reaches the bed and bends over me. “Are you scared now, baby?”

I look into his eyes, shifting back and forth, trying to find any reason to be scared, other than of his dick and the overall practice of sex. I still can’t find it in me to be scared.

“Your pierced monster cock surprised me; I won’t lie about that. But no, I’m still not scared.”

He cages me with his arms and leans down until his mouth is at my ear. “Good,” he repeats before sucking my earlobe into his mouth. Pleasure shoots down my spine and I arch up, desperate to feel Grey’s body against mine. Grey’s tongue sneaks out, flicking my earlobe the same way he did my nipples, and I feel my body heat rise like a flame quickly growing from embers.

“Grey,” I moan, lifting my hands until they’re tangled in his long hair, keeping his mouth tethered to my skin. Releasing my flesh, wet, open-mouthed kisses trail from behind my ear to the base of my neck. He latches on to my pulse, the same spot where he marked me almost one month ago, and sucks. His mouth pulls at my neck and it’s like I can feel the bruise forming, the blood vessels popping in rhythm to my heartbeat. Grey’s mouth lifts from my pulse before descending on another spot, sucking, and biting, and marking like a beast. Part of me, a small, minuscule, nearly invisible part, worries about looking like a leper tomorrow. A larger part of me, however, aches for his mouth to continue marking my skin with the evidence of his desire for me. That part takes over and I tug on his hair, directing his mouth up to mine.

Our lips fuse, a mess of tongues and teeth, and we fight for dominance. It’s not like our other kisses; the politely passionate thrill has morphed into a chaotic desire, and I need him right this fucking moment.

He pulls back, panting against my lips. “Fuck, vixen. You have too many goddamn clothes on.”

Grey rolls off my body and I start to protest.

“Grey—” His hands pull my sweatshirt up and over my head. Understanding his intent, I pull my leggings off, discarding my panties and socks seconds later. I’m left naked in front of him, a sacrificial virgin laid out to a Nordic warrior. His eyes devour me, taking in every exposed inch, and I shiver under his gaze.

At this moment, like every other intimate moment with Grey, I don’t feel self-conscious or the overwhelming need to cover the parts of me that are anything but flawless. One of Grey’s hands drifts to my stomach, clutching at my waist, while his other grabs my hip. His fingers graze my ass and I suck in a ragged breath.

The hand on my waist travels upward, ghosting over my skin until it reaches my nipple. I don’t need to look down to know that my nipples are hard, all but demanding his attention. His thumb strokes over a hardened tip, teasing it like he has all the time in the damn world. I’m so lost in the feeling of him surrounding me that I almost forget Grey is completely naked until the hair on his leg tickles my smooth skin.

Refusing to lay pliant while he controls my body, I lift my hands, gliding them over his biceps and then down his back. He groans, the hand on my ass squeezing firmly. “Don’t touch me unless you want me coming all over these pretty tits before I’ve gotten my mouth on you,” he bites out. Grey releases me and grabs my arms, pinning them above my head. “Keep your arms here, vixen.”

“But—”

“No,” he interrupts. “I’m not going to come on your stomach like a little fuckboy and leave you disappointed beneath me.” He squeezes my wrists for emphasis. “Now, leave these fucking hands here until I tell you that you can move them. I’ll turn your pretty ass pink, vixen. Don’t test me.”

“Asshole,” I mumble under my breath, making sure my voice is loud enough that he can hear me.

“I heard that. That’s one, vixen.” His mouth finds my collarbone and his tongue traces the bone.

“You were supposed to hear that,” I respond. “Oh, God,” I gasp as his tongue lashes my skin. He moves down, placing warm kisses from my collarbone to my nipple before finally sucking it into his mouth.

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