Page 73 of Ethereally Tainted

He smirks at my remark, capturing my hands in his above my head. His eyes are ablaze with molten lava, revealing his fervent need and desire for me.

I feel his erection pressing against my stomach, but at the same time, he has that look in his eyes that tells me he has a hard time deciding if he’s going to fuck me or let me go.

And to be honest, I don’t know what I want either.

My body craves him, it aches for him, and I know my panties are soaking wet because of that goddamn erection bulging through his sweatpants. My brain is the one part of my being that has logic, and my brain tells me that if he doesn’t let me go, I will break away. But my heart, it doesn’t want him to let go. It craves that intimacy.

I fucked guys during my time at Grimhill Manor, but it was only for fun, and there was never a connection between us. How could we connect knowing our lives could end at any moment?

With Grey around, things feel different, but I know he will have to leave soon for that program, although I’m not sure when.

He releases my arms, allowing them to fall to my sides, but I have other ideas. Right now, I don’t think about the possible outcomes of this situation, and I use my hands to tug at the hem of his T-shirt. With a familiar smirk, he allows me to take it off. Ortryto take it off. He’s so much taller than I am, and I’m struggling to reach it over his head. He helps me off with his shirt before quickly removing my own, leaving me naked on my upper body.

“No bra?” he asks, amusement lingering in his expression.

“Sometimes they’re too uncomfortable, and I didn’t expect us to do...this.” Whatever this is.

The hunger is clear in his eyes, more apparent than before, and he’s still pushing me against the wall as he leans forward. His mouth meets my neck, sending goosebumps down my spine. At first, I don’t know what to do with my hands, momentarily speechless while I feel his breath on the sensitive skin at the grope of my neck. My hands trail toward his torso, feeling his hard chest as it falls and rises along with his breaths, and then my hand grabs the bulging erection in his sweatpants. In the meantime, he plants a kiss on my neck before gently nibbling away at it, making it tingle and hurt at the same time. But it’s a pain of pleasure, and I stroke his cock through his pants, wishing he was naked right now. As if desperate for me to continue touching him, he presses his waist against my hand, and he continues to bite and suck my neck, leaving delicious tremors down my spine. I know he will give me hickeys, but I don’t care. Iwanthim to mark me, claim me in ways only he can, and prove to me that I am his as much as he is mine, even if neither of us dare admit that.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs and leans back to admire his handiwork before his gaze drifts to me.

A blush appears on my cheeks as he reaches for his T-shirt, grabs my hands, and ties them using the fabric as a restraint. A smirk flaunts his lips, a hungry gaze in his eyes, watching me before him, all tied up and at his mercy. It looks like he is searching for something in my eyes, maybe my arousal, and he seems to find it because in the next second, he is on his knees, pulling down my black cargo pants all the way down until they’re lying on the floor. My senses are so heightened at the moment that I can feel myself dripping. The last time I came was by Grey’s tongue and fingers, and that was a fucking long time ago. I haven’t been able to make myself come by my own fingers and the thoughts of him, it’s as if my body knows it needs him to feel release. That makes me feel pathetic yet flustered.

When I look down at Grey, it’s as if I’m looking at a work of art, a masterpiece of a picture. Grey kneels in front of me, his gaze focused on me intently with a passionate look in his eyes, his face so close to my hips. Not once does he look away from me as he leans forward and graces his teeth over the edge of my panties. Then he pulls them down, and his teeth scrape against my skin, the sensation almost overwhelming me. Nowthatis something I’ve never experienced before. His lips lift in a smile, his gaze never wavering from mine as I step out of my panties, leaving me naked. Taking off his pants and underwear, I feel the pressure of his cock on my belly. His fingers slowly move toward my entrance, teasing my folds as he glides over them, and I whimper in pleasure. I want to tug at his hair, but he has me tied up.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

It makes me feel embarrassed since it feels so pathetic to be aroused by such a small thing, but he doesn’t let me look away from him and instead grabs my head with his other hand. His fingers find their way inside, and I let out a moan of pleasure, which only makes him grow impatient. There is nothing like the feeling of having his fingers inside me to cause me to moan, but then I think back to the first time by the lake, and my mood instantly sours. He made me come that time, and we found a dead body in the lake only a few minutes later. As if noticing my train of thought, his fingers harden against my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes.

“Don’t think about it now. It’s okay. You’re safe.”

Without being entirely sure of my safety, I nervously nod my head. Being in Grey’s company is something I must approach with caution, for it could easily result in me being dragged to the very depths of the ocean.

He continues to finger-fuck me until I’m clenching around his fingers, grinding my hips against his hand as if trying to get more friction. His other hand leaves my chin, and he uses it to rub my clit.

“Oh fuck, Grey,” I stutter out, unable to hold it much longer.

“That’s it. Come on my fingers, little doll.”

He growls in my ear, and the act is too erotic. His words are my undoing, for in the next second, I convulse around him, moaning louder than I want to and feeling myself trembling from the ongoing orgasm. He draws out my orgasm, rubbing my clit until my body can barely stand up.

I should feel embarrassed, but I don’t. Especially not after he lifts his two fingers that were just inside of me, staring at me with those sapphire blue eyes before he puts them in his mouth and sucks them off.

“Sweet,” he mumbles, and my insides clench, the orgasm not enough to make me fully satisfied.

“I’m on birth control,” I suddenly blurt out.

He takes a moment to process that fact before looking at me. “So you’re telling me that all along by the lake, I could have fucked you?”

He speaks in a tone full of amusement rather than annoyance, and I jokingly hit his shoulders with my tied hands. “Shut up!”

Trying to grab his cock with restrained hands, I pump it up and down, but he groans and grabs my hand above my head again, securing them in place. Then I feel his cock teasing my entrance.

“Don’t move your hands,” he commands me, and I nod, obeying him. “Good girl.”

Those two words are something no one has ever said to me before, and I clench my thighs to get some friction, but he stops me, giving me a pointed look.

“I will take you, and when I do, it’s going to hurt real bad, darling,” he whispers against my ear, sending goosebumps through me. “It’s a pain that will leave you a whimpering mess, screaming until your throat turns dry and the other patients outside hear you.”

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