He lets his hands fall to his side, standing close enough that I can feel his breath on mine. It’s steady, calm, yet I watch as his chest rises and falls. When I meet his eyes, my stomach clenches from the desire I see there. The raw need to have him is overwhelming.
His teeth scrape against the soft skin of my neck, before his lips suddenly crash against mine in a violent manner. His hand moves with the same urgency as his kiss, fingers sliding down my body. Not for a moment does he hesitate, finding their way between my thighs. There’s no gentleness or hesitation as he pushes a finger inside me, already feeling my slick heat wet with the increasing arousal.
“I knew you were wet,” he taunts.
The swirl of his finger is agonizing, creating a friction I need more of. “Sure,” I retort.
He adds another finger that makes me cry as I take the brutal thrust, stars dancing behind my eyes, hating that he so quickly turned this around. Arrogant bastard.
His thumb moves against my clit, circling, until I can’t help but let out that moan that has me thrusting my hips against his sinful touch.
Moving his fingers with expertise, he brings me to the edge of madness once again. The force of my orgasm hits me out of nowhere, making me arch my back into his body. When he’s done, I surge my palm to strike his chest as hard as I can, making him fall onto his ass on the grass. I smirk at him, instantly crawling upon his chest.
“Touché,” he says, staring up at me.
I rip off his shirt until he’s laying in only his pants in the middle of the grass, tickling us both, but I don’t care. Gasping, I find his erection pressing up into me. I roll my hips against his crotch, giving him a smirk as I tease him.
I hold him captured underneath me, my hands slowly trailing over his bare chest up to his face to rest on his cheeks. My thumbs teasingly find their way to the bridge of his nose and his eyes, just like he showed on me.
“Can I try gouging out your eyes?” I ask, licking the seam of his lips.
“You’re fucking crazy,” he grunts out, erection pressing harder against me.
He maneuvers me, and I can’t fight back as he rolls until I’m slammed against the ground, head thudding against the soft grass.
He rips off my pants, shoving my legs open as he removes his own pants. He lines his cock at my entrance, growling as he thrust inside me. It’s nothing short of brutal.
“Why show me self-defense if I can’t use it on you? You told me not to trust you,” I tease him, watching the annoyance ripple over him.
“Shut it, little doll.” He thrusts inside me, making me moan, drowning me in pleasure as I meet his hips.
“What? Are you scared that I’ll beat your ass?”
“I’ll gladly hand myself over on a silver platter for you. I’m not fucking scared.”
“We’ll see about that.”
He slams inside me, making my back hit the ground in a forceful thrust that has a wave of pleasure washing over me. It’s a force leaving me utterly breathless.
“I’m not fucking scared. You’re the one who should be scared of me because I’ll tear you apart and keep all your pieces for myself. Is that what you want? To be mine forever? Because you are, whether you like it or not.”
“Fuck you, Grey,” I moan as I grind my hips against his.
“Already am.”
“You’re a fucking asshole.”
“That I might be, but I’m yours. Just like you’re mine. Now stop being a disobedient brat and I might just let you come.”
“I don’t need your fucking permission,” I grind out, and he smirks.
Another violent thrust has me screaming out, my moans echoing through the trees. I’m glad this house is so far away from civilization, or else someone would have heard.
His thrusts become a dance of death as he forces me to see stars, and I lose myself in those overwhelming waves. Moaning through my second orgasm, I feel him releasing inside me, his grunts mingling with mine.
The relentless, brutal fuck has left me sore, but Grey gently helps me to my feet, holding me in his arms.
“I hope you never have to use those self-defense techniques ever again. If so, it means I failed you,” he says, voice thick with emotions.