Page 78 of Exile
"Ride me, little killer," he orders softly.
Well, when he says it like that, how can I refuse?
Turning around, I place a hand on his chest, pushing him back into the bed as I straddle his hips. Grey pushes his pants down, just far enough for his cock to spring out while I line myself up. Pulling the cotton aside, I slowly sink down on his length, the two of us moaning as he fills me completely. When my hips are flush against his, he grabs my waist, locking eyes with me.
"You feel so fucking good."
I nod, biting my bottom lip as I roll my hips. "So do you."
"This body was made to take me," he growls deeply. "So fucking perfect."
I push up on my knees and drop back down, my pussy eagerly engulfing his hard cock. Grey lets me take control, deciding the pace as he helps guide me up and down. Fingers dance across my skin to find their way under my skirt. His thumb draws precise circles around my clit while I ride him into the bed, the familiar rush of building pressure gathering in my lower abdomen.
"I need more," I say with a quiet groan, and Grey responds instantly, thrusting his hips upwards into me. A tiny cryescapes my lips at the sudden deepness nestled in me, the sound of our skin slapping together as he takes over, spearing into me from below.
"I could stay in this perfect little cunt forever," he murmurs, still playing with my clit.
My hands rest on his toned chest, using him for balance as he fucks me hard. "Then stay," I say clenching around him.
Grey pulls me down, slamming his lips to mine. "Don't tempt me."
I kiss him back, rocking my hips slowly. Our tongues find each other, stroking in time with his thrusts as he starts moving again.
"I'm going to come," I moan into his mouth.
"Then fucking come for me," he says between kisses as he starts fucking me harder and deeper.
It sends me—no, throws me—over the edge a few seconds later, my whole body shaking as I cry out into his mouth. He doesn't slow down, dragging my orgasm out of me as our hips smash together. Just as I start to come down from my high, Grey makes a deep throaty groan, stilling as he shoots his release into me while bruising my waist.
"Stay," he murmurs when I make a move to crawl off him. "I want to stay like this for a bit longer."
I lay down on his chest, our bodies still joined. I can hear his heartbeat through his chest as his arms tighten around my back.
It's exactly what I need right now. Because for a brief moment, life feels perfect again. Which can only mean one thing.
It's about to come crashing down on top of us.
"Christopher lodged a complaint," Damon tells us as we sit at the table eating dinner. "I gave him the files that Avery grabbed."
Theo is on my right, one hand holding a fork while the other rests on my leg. Damon is on the other side, ignoring his plate of food while Grey sits across from us, listening closely.
"That's good," I answer. "Do you think they will do anything about it?"
"Let's hope so," Damon answers. "Because Arthur is going to lash out at any second. Speaking of which; the patients are doing well apparently. Dr. Markel is treating them alongside Christopher. No permanent injuries thankfully."
"Physically, at least," I mutter sadly. "Mentally they are probably fucked up."
Theo squeezes my leg. "They will be okay," he says, surprising me.
"That's the most caring thing you've ever said about the other patients," I point out, amused.
"Don't get used to it," he shoots back. "I'm just telling you what you need to hear."
Grey nods. "He's right though. They will be fine. It will probably take them some time to process everything, but at least they are in the hands of Christopher now. He's no Freud but he's a damn sight better than Elsher."
"You got that right," I mumble in agreement. "Where is he anyway?"
"Probably hiding and licking his wounds," Damon answers. "Or Arthur's. I have no doubt that they are planning their next move and trying to salvage things."
