Page 131 of Bitter Truths

He’s been achingly tender since I was attacked, and although I love being tender with Griffin, I crave hard and fast, too. Thoughts which I push away when Dr. Marks’ ugly face comes into my mind. Maybe I am a submissive, I don’t know, but even if I am…it was none of his fucking business.

“What?” Griffin asks softly, searching my gaze. Smiling shyly, I say, “I love that you want to be gentle with me, Griff, but . . .”

“But?” he murmurs, his brows furrowed.

“I want you to be, you know, hard,” I say, squirming.

His eyes light with a devilish fire, and his mouth quirks into a smile. “You want me to fuck that sweet pussy, baby?”

Moaning, I arch into him and say breathlessly, “Yes.”

“Mm, I want to eat your pretty pussy,” he rumbles, and I spasm painfully.

“Fuck, Griff,” I moan.

Picking me up in his arms, he turns the stove off, carries me down the hall, and drops me on the bed, our bed, saying gruffly, “Strip.”

Hastily, I pull off my shirt and shove my pants down my legs, smiling when he groans. Shedding his shirt slowly, he runs his hand over his chest before pulling out his dick and tugging on it brutally.

At the sight, I arch into the air, pulsing so good. He licks his lips and drops to his knees, leaning in to smell me deeply. “Fuck, you smell so good, sweet.”

“Mm, Griff,” I say, humping into his face.

With a chuckle, he takes a swipe up my lips before licking back down and tucking inside. With a low rumble, he fucks me deep, grabbing my thighs when I arch into him and sigh loudly. The sweet slide of pleasure is building in my core, and with every nip and suck, I feel it barreling down on me.

I explode when he leans back and slaps my clit. The sting ricochets through me, and I cry out, spasming when he does it again while staring at my face as he licks his lips.

“So hot. Fuck. Come on my mouth, sweet. I want to taste that juice.”

“Oh god,” I say, convulsing around him when he suckles my nub between his lips and bites down gently.

All at once, I’m sailing over, and he’s sucking me up. “Yes, fuck, Griff.”

When I collapse to the bed, he stands and pounds into me without warning or care for my tender clit. I cry out and arch into him when he thrusts into me with wide eyes, pushing my legs to the side as he leans over my chest, grabs my hands, and shoves them over my head.

“You feel so good,” he groans before grabbing my mouth in a heated kiss.

I wrap my tongue around his and buck into him, holding onto his hands tightly. He adjusts his angle, and I moan into his mouth, feeling his lips curve into a wicked smile.

Grabbing my hips, he pumps me in the spot that always feels so good, and I fly over again.

“Yes, fuck,” he growls, pounding into me. As soon as I fall back, black dots dancing before my eyes, he flips me over and thrusts into me again.

Smiling into the mattress, I close my eyes and feel his need, the sensation so much more than I could ever ask for. Griffin needs me, in his hate, in his love. In everything.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come so good,” he mutters before surging into me, bottoming out and laying against my back as he humps into me desperately.

I feel the flutter of another orgasm and moan as he slows before laying his head against my back.

My heart swells and with a sigh, I close my eyes.

He’s my one, and I’m his everything.

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