For people with limited emotional range, this is a frenzy.
In a fit of emotive overload, Grayson could profess his love or kill me with an equal measure of indifference. Both would satisfy his overstimulated state, returning him to his comfort zone.
I could fear what I know he’s capable of—but I don’t. His intelligence suggests that he’d never chance a risk like he did today by coming here. He went against the grain of his nature in doing so. He’s here to reconnect, to feed the hunger that drives both of us toward an unknown destination.
It’s thrilling.
Frightening.
And neither one of us are capable of derailing this course now.
Once I jumped the tracks, I belonged to him, the same way exposing his innermost thoughts makes him mine. It’s more than trust—it’s dependence. We can no longer survive without each other.
Even in the face of discovery. Even with the threat of death.
Lydia would never survive this.
He’d devour her just as he’s devouring me now.
As Grayson ravishes my body, exposing his primal nature, craving my flesh—I feel powerful. He’s reduced the smartest people to idiots with his mind, and the feel of him losing control beneath me nearly brings me to climax.
His fingers drive into my hair, gripping at the roots to bare my neck so he can taste me. His stomach muscles flex under my touch as I feel my way down to the closure of his slacks. A sharp hiss lets me know that he’s just as wild with need as I am.
My heart thunders as I pull the clasp apart and yank his pants open. His unguarded thrusts work him free of his boxers, and I wrap my hand around his hard length, loving the way that one action twists his expression, creased with pleasure and pain.
His beautiful eyes flare with a silent challenge.
Lifting up, I slide my sex over his shaft, all the way up to the tip, my arousal drenching the smooth skin.
“Goddamn, London, you make me lost it.” His dark groan encases us, the agony unbearable as my muscles clench to offset the achy need to feel him inside me.
He endures the torturously slow tease only a few seconds more before he meets the roll of my hips with an eager slam of his, stealing my breath and carving a blistering path right up the center of my body.
A pleasurable shiver skitters down my back, replacing the spike of pain, and I’m lost—giving in completely as he guides my body to his brutal rhythm.
“Fuck…” He curses with a harsh growl as he thrusts deeper, gripping me harder to him, making us one.
When the need becomes too much, Grayson kisses me passionately, and his arms anchor around my lower back. He lifts us off the chair and moves to the floor, spreading me out so he can drive inside me once more, his hips heavy between my thighs as he elicits a throaty moan.
My nails sink into his shoulders as he hooks an arm beneath my knee, positioning me where he can fuck me as hard and as deep as he wants. Every time he pulls out, my body rebels, a fiery spasm rolling through my muscles, my veins liquefying with the pulse of adrenaline pumping through my heart.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, my breaths ragged around my shaky voice.
The impending climax grips me, the pain all-consuming until he fills me again. Every single thrust sends me spiraling. I arch off the floor, my body tensing, and the feel of him hard against my flesh, following in my wake, detonates a resounding orgasm.
Sounds mute as the tightness pulls everywhere, then the rush. My skin prickles, and still he drives in, harder, faster, claiming every shudder for himself.
“God—fuck…no one…no one but you—you fucking ruin me,mo anam cara,” Grayson groans, his words dark and broken and tearing through me like fire.
He stares into my eyes, the blue ablaze in his, as he rocks into me one last time, hard and throbbing against my walls. Sofucking hot—I wrap myself around him as he drops heavy against me and groans into my neck.
Our breaths are heavy, merging together in the sudden stillness. The cool air is a relief to my flushed skin. The weight of his body resting on top of mine feels solid. Comforting. Then I feel the wet trickle from the corners of my eyes. Shock snatches the air from my lungs.
I dab my temple, coming away with a trace of tears.
Grayson pushes onto his elbows, his gaze fierce.
“Adrenaline,” I say in way of explanation.
