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“Fuck, baby,” he moaned. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

“Make love to me, Grayson. Not sex. Not fucking. Make love to me.”

“That’s the plan, baby girl.” He lifted her and gently lay her on the small bed. It was a good-sized bed for her but not for the two of them. She wasn’t sure when it happened or how it happened, but her bra and panties were flung across the room and the cool air-conditioning kissed her skin causing goose flesh to appear.

She reached out to touch his hot cock, stroking him, feeling his size and weight in her hands. He was big. Really big. As if in concert, Grayson’s only thought as his fingers felt her flesh was how tight she was.

“I’ll go slow. Tell me to stop and I will,” he said with effort. She nodded as the head of his cock slid up and down her opening, making her wetter and wetter. When the fat head slid inside her, she had a brief second of panic.

“Open your eyes, Jennifer. Look at me. It’s me, baby. It’s Grayson,” he whispered softly. She opened her eyes and the panic was gone. It was him. Finally, it was him.

“Grayson,” she said breathlessly.

“That’s right, baby. It’s me,” he said gently pushing forward. She was strangling his dick and he was loving every second of it. Worried he would go too fast, he rolled to his back, taking her with him.

“You control this. Go as fast, as deep as you want,” he said sweating as he was trying to control himself. She nodded, lowering herself a little at a time. She was certain she would never be able to take all of him but was shocked when she was fully seated.

She looked down, staring at the place where they were joined and smiled. He smiled back, brushing the hair from her face. The long tendrils tickled his chest, her almond eyes filled with tears of relief and joy, not fear and hatred.

“You feel so wonderful. Like this is where we should be,” she said kissing his chest.

“Because it is,” he said taking her mouth. His hips thrust upward and she gasped. Slowly, she found the rhythm, rocking back and forth. His hips thrusting upward, hers forward and then back.

Grayson was gripping her hips tightly, hoping to regain some control. But this woman was removing any control, any restraint he possessed. Suddenly he stopped.

“Fuck. Jennifer are you on birth control?” he asked. She nodded.

“I got on it after the, the incident,” she said breathlessly. “But I haven’t needed it. Until now.”

“You won’t fucking need it for long,” he said thrusting hard.

She gripped his pecs, squeezing, her nails digging into his flesh as she rode him harder and harder. His own hands massaged her breasts, twisting and turning her sensitive nipples.

“Gray- Grayson,” she gasped.

“That’s it baby. Cum for me,” he growled. Jennifer’s back arched, her whole body bent awkwardly away from him, shaking with excitement as explosions happened above her head.

Grayson gave four quick thrusts, finally able to release inside of the woman he loved. He pulled her to his chest, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, and finally her lips. It was a tender, sweet kiss.

“Will the others be waiting on us?” she asked.

“No. I think they know that we’ll be hidden for tonight. They’ll wait for more intel and we’ll leave after breakfast. Tonight, you’re mine,” he said pulling the sheet over them. “Tomorrow we chase the demons away.”

She smiled up at him, kissing him sweetly.

“I think you just did that.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Grayson looked down at Jennifer’s sleeping face and felt pangs of guilt, then nothing except absolute euphoria. She was his and he’d proved it time and again last night. He wasn’t an asshole. He made sure that it was taken slowly but if she needed more pleasure, he could use a fuck-lot more than his dick. His hands and tongue were every bit as good. Well, maybe not every bit as good.

When he rose to get into her shower he had a moment of panic staring at the sheets. There was a very clear blood stain. He gently shook her awake, staring between her legs.

“Jenn? Baby, you bled,” he said with tears in his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s okay, Grayson. The doctor’s said that I might bleed the first time after what happened. I just forgot. I was lost in us. I’m not hurting,” she lied.

“You are. I can tell. Get in the shower and I’ll wash you,” he said lifting her.