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I gasped as my muscles expanded, welcoming his massiveness. “Love it.”

“You’re so tight.” He drove in deeper, faster, and groaned out dirty words that turned me on. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” The soft words sounded like a private thought had escaped his mind and wasn’t meant for me to hear, but I was glad I heard them.

Grayson straightened and gripped my hips with both hands, slamming into me. I loved every moment. My heart pounded as he thrust, the friction between us growing uncontrollably. My fingers dug into the cushions as a chill skipped along my spine. His body stiffened, and I smiled at his impending release.

With one mighty plunge, he groaned a loud, “Natalie!” His body trembled against me as liquid heat filled me. I sensed the throbbing of his cock inside me and knew I wanted more of him.

I thought this one night would remove him from my system, but all it did was intensify the need for more.

He lowered his chest to me, his warm breath on my ear. “That was unforgettable. And I loved your bedtime story style. I want one every night.”

He removed his cock, reached for a roll of napkins, cleaned himself off, and tossed everything into the trash. Then he gathered me into his arms as we lay on the cot, staring at the stars.

We didn’t speak for a while. Our breaths, our heartbeats, and the sounds of crickets created a peaceful melody that added magic to the night. I wondered if he was thinking the same thought I was.

I turned, studying his face. “This changes everything.”

A part of me feared what he would say. What if it was just an impulsive statement when he said he wanted more of me? People said things when they were high on pleasure, making promises they couldn’t keep. Once that adrenaline subsided, their minds could change. I’d experienced this with previous relationships, so it was natural for me to doubt his words.

He met my gaze with seriousness. “I know.”

A sharp pain speared through me, tightening my chest. “No one has to know what happened here, Grayson. It’s just one night. Things can return to normal tomorrow.” I tried to extract myself from him, but he wouldn’t let go.

“Hell, no. I’m not returning to a time without you.” He tightened his grip on me. “‘Normal’ is being with you. I meant what I said. I want this every night, Natalie. We’re dating from this moment on. You’re mine starting now. I won’t have it any other way. Does that work for you?”

I didn’t know what to say, so I nodded.

He shifted, tossing one leg over my body, entrapping me in his embrace. “You’re the only woman who’s able to spark life into me again.”

My heart leaped. “But you lost The Prism.”

“And gained Natalie LaRue.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE

NATALIE

On the balcony of his suite, I sat and enjoyed breakfast, wondering how he knew my real identity. Last night, when he blurted out my name, I’d wanted to inquire, but he prevented that with his kiss and another wild sex session that carried on into his bedroom. My brain and body had been too exhausted to chat after that.

But now, with a clearer mind, I needed to know.

Sitting across from me in his T-shirt and shorts, he sipped his coffee and peered at me over the rim of his cup. “My day is complete when you’re the first thing I see in the morning.”

My cheeks flushed even though that comment was nothing compared to all the insane things he did to me during last night’s marathon. His stamina was admirable, and my body was quite sore. He was a sex god, and I was the fortunate recipient, but I’d keep that thought to myself for now.

“When did you find out about me? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Just recently. I like to know the woman I’m attracted to. You had mystery written all over you from the beginning. It was only a matter of time until I found out.”

I poked at the blueberry muffin. “What else did you find out?”

“How about I let you tell meyourstory when you’re ready? What I know is irrelevant compared to what you want me to know. Information can be skewed. The truth comes from the individual, right?”

The sincerity in his eyes told me I could trust him. Moreover, it was how he didn’t pressure me into doing anything. I had the option of when I wanted to share. That spoke volumes to me. With Rafael, he demanded with threats. With Grayson, he demanded indirectly, which still gave me free will. My power was never taken away from me, and I appreciated that more than he could ever know.

Maybe it was this quiet place that thrummed with serenity, or maybe it was the intimacy we’d shared last night where I surrendered to him, or maybe it was how he made me feel special that pushed me to trust him. It was a risk, but if I didn’t take it, I’d never know what would happen.

Perhaps sharing my problems with someone else besides my family could help ease the stress.

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