It’s never felt like this with Michael.
I never want it to stop.
I could be safe with him.Alpha could take care of me…
The orgasm isn’t enough. Instead of relief, the ache grows and sweat drips down my back.
It’s as if I have a fever.
“We should stop,” I gasp out, even as my thighs shake. “I don’t want to get you sick…”
But he pulls me down, and his lips meet mine.
It’s a possessive kiss, harsh but sweet, gentle but deep.
It steals my breath away.
He teases my mouth open with his tongue, and I practically melt against his arms.
Grey is…an exceptional kisser.
Wow.
Wow.
“There,” he whispers as he pulls away. “If you’re sick, I get sick. I truly don’t give a fuck.”
My lips meet his again, and one hand moves up, trailing up the front of my shirt.
My nipples ache and I jolt at his touch.
“So sensitive,” he murmurs, his fingertips tracing over my clothed nipple. “Fuck.”
I whimper as he circles my sensitive bud with ease, the sensation traveling to my clit.
“If it’s too much, we can stop,” he promises me with a groan. “But I’m content to make you come like this all night. As long as you behave.”
As long as I…what?
“What if I don’t like to behave?” I whisper, my cunt fluttering with anticipation.
It feels like playing with fire as I challenge him. Since the beginning, Grey has been a bossy, grumpy ass, and I’m ready to give that energy right back to him.
His hand pinches my nipple, and I yelp. “You don’t want to try it tonight,” he whispers. “Or your ass will be so sore you can’t walk tomorrow.”
What?
“So, you’re going to spank me?” I whisper. I try to sound indignant, but the idea is tempting.
Too tempting.
“You have no idea how badly I want to paint that pretty ass red,” he growls in my ear, and I moan. “You don’t want to see me lose control, Harper. Not tonight.”
I believe him.
So instead, I initiate a kiss, rocking back and forth on his clothed cock.
“I think I can be a good girl tonight,” I whisper.