“Fuck,” I grunt, resting my forehead on hers because I can’t focus on her lips anymore, can only focus on the desperatescreaming in my head to take her, to sink into her, to lose myself in her again. And I am so past trying to resist it.
I sink into her in one slow, relentless thrust, groaning as I hit her back wall. Her body is hot, tight, and so wet that there’s barely any resistance, and I have to stop myself before I move just to catch my damn breath.
“You’re—God, are you squeezing me on purpose?”
She laughs breathlessly and kicks at my ass with her heel. “Yeah. Move. Please.”
I push up on my forearms and shoot her a glare without an ounce of real irritation behind it, then pull my hips back before driving forwardhard. A broken moan punches out of her, and then another as I do it again, setting a punishing pace from the start.
The headboard hits the wall.
The sheets twist beneath us.
Her nails scratch at my chest hard enough to sting.
And god, I love it. I love it so fucking much.
“Yes—ahh—please,harder?—”
I hook her calf over my shoulder and sit up a little, changing the angle, and she cries out so loudly that I almost cover her mouth on instinct. “God, you’re noisy when you want to be,” I rasp. “Love hearing you beg.”
With one hand braced on the bed beside her head, I drag the other down her body and between her thighs, groaning as she squeezes me again the moment my fingers brush her clit. Her breath catches, then becomes gasping when she pushes herselfup on one elbow, her other hooking around the back of my neck, her mouth latching onto my collarbone.
What I do not expect, though, is for her to get her damn teeth involved.
She bites down into the muscle between my neck and shoulder, a grunt of surprise punching out of me, and for a second I’m a little stun locked, blinking through the need as my thoughts stutter to a halt.Christ. That’s?—
“Jesus,” I mutter, lifting my hand from between her thighs to grab a fistful of her hair tokeep her there.“Yes. Do that.”
A breathy little giggle escapes her before she sucks the skin into her mouth, gently biting this time, giving enough suction to form a bruise.
I fall back down on my elbow, groaning, and drop my hand back to its previous job, rubbing tight little circles over her clit as she picks a new spot of skin to destroy me with. “Mark me,” I rasp, feeling her answering squeeze. “Don’t care where.Fuck—want you to.”
I mean it. There isn’t a single part of me right now that doesn’t want evidence of her on me.
Her mouth works my collarbone, my neck, anywhere she can reach, biting and sucking and leaving little red marks that’ll bloom purple by morning. I should care — I know that. I have meetings to attend when we get back, a company to run, a public image, a stupid bet running. But I do not give a single fuck.
She goes a bit gentle on one, and I thrust into her with a bit more aggression. “Harder,” I order.
Teeth bite down hard until I hiss, and then her tongue is moving over it, soothing it, and I think I might actually lose my mind. I can feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine, can feel her walls rippling instead of squeezing like she’s close again, too.
“Look at me, sweetheart.”
Her eyes snap up to mine, a little trail of saliva connecting us as she pulls back just a little. She looks wild, broken, completely and utterly desperate, those hitched little breaths with long pauses between as her muscles start to tense.
I keep my pace, watching her, stroking that swollen bundle of nerves over and over, the sight of it burning into my brain as she shatters, collapsing back onto the bed beneath me. Her mouth falls open on a wail, praise I barely hear spilling from my mouth, and the feel of her nails over a spot she’d just marked sends me rapidly over the edge with her.
And not for a single second do I think of the consequences of the choices we just made. Not while we come down from the high, not while I kiss her soft and slow just to see how it feels, not when I slip out of her but keep her tucked to my chest like she belongs there, not when I clean her up or check the marks in the mirror.
And certainly not when we fall asleep tangled up together, her back to my front, my arms locked around her like I could keep her there if I was just determined enough.
Chapter 25
Grayson
The second we get home,Penelope is demanding pizza and a movie night with her entire chest.
“Are we gonna make the pizza?” she asks the second we’re in the kitchen.
