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Within seconds, I'm out of the water, gasping in surprise as my ass lands on one of the pillows he piled up beside the hot tub. He rises out of the water like Poseidon, his dick rock hard, his eyes blazing with heat.
"Lean back," he says, wrapping one hand gently around my throat to guide me down.
I shiver, but not in fear. I like it, a little too much, maybe.
Once I'm sprawled across the pillows, holding myself up with my hands on the cement, he wraps his hands around my thighs, gently prying them open. I resist him for a moment before relaxing in his grip. Whatever he's going to do to me…I want it. More than I want air.
"Gosto de ver você molhada, Camila," he says. His accent isn't remotely close to perfect, and he fumbles a couple of the words, but I still understand what he's saying. He likes seeing me wet. The wicked man.
"É sua culpa," I gasp, arching upward when he runs a hand up my thigh, cupping my center in his hand. It is his fault. He made me this way. I grind against his palm, desperate and achy. "Gray.Por favor." I'm not even sure what exactly I'm asking him to do, but I need more.
"Shh, angel," he croons, lifting me up just enough to pull me closer without unbalancing me. "I'll take care of you." He dips his head, his lips landing against my belly. It goes concave beneath his wicked tongue, my entire body trembling as he rakes his teeth down my lower belly. He spreads my legs wide with his hands, groaning. "You smell so sweet,querida. Do you taste as good?"
"Sim! Yes."
"I know you do." He brushes his nose across my mound and then the juncture of my thigh, growling low in his throat. One thick finger runs across my slit, parting my lips.
My arms shake, anticipation pressing down on me from all sides. Blood rushes in my ears so loudly it drowns out the sound of the jets.
"Gray!" I gasp, arching upward when his thumb presses against my clit.
"Keep saying my name just like that," he growls, his gray eyes meeting mine.
He plays with me, driving me crazy with every little touch. It feels so much better than when I do it myself. I can hardly breathe through the thick knot of desire stuck in my throat. It courses through my veins too, growing hotter with every beat of my heart.
"Gray," I whimper, on the verge of begging him to give me more. Ineedmore.
He growls again and then he's all over me. He moves like a big cat pouncing on its prey. My legs end up over his shoulders, his dark head buried between them. He licks me from top to bottom with the flat of his tongue, sending me catapulting out of this dimension into one I've never visited before. I was right. His scruff feels incredible against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
My arms lose the ability to hold me up. I fall backward onto the pillows, crying out in shock, in bliss.
His rough hands dig into my cheeks hard enough that I know I'll have his fingerprints in my skin long after the day ends. I don't care. I want them there to remind me of this moment. He's wild as he eats me, growling low in his throat. There's nothing tame about him, nothing civilized. He's wicked heat and smoky desire, and God, it's amazing.
I sob his name, wailing it into the natatorium as I writhe, and twist, and contort beneath him. He's loud and messy as he eats me, using his lips and tongue to get me off. He runs his tongue all around my clit and then thrusts it inside me, fucking me with it.
"Mais,mais," I cry. More. More.
"I'll give you more," he says, jiggling my clit with his thumb. "But not until I'm done eating you. You're so damn sweet. Jesus." He replaces his thumb with his tongue, growling again. "How are you so sweet?"
I don't know if he actually expects an answer or not, but I don't have one for him. My entire soul is lighting up, my body trembling as an orgasm looms up like a massive wall of pleasure waiting to slam into me. It's almost terrifyingly big. Gray doesn't let me fight it. He holds me down beneath him, ruthlessly forcing me to take it.
"Give it to me,querida," he growls. "I want to see it."
"I…I…" Even as I try to tell him that I can't, I realize I can. Iam.
My entire body locks up as a blast of pleasure erupts inside like a bomb exploding. It sends a shockwave throughout my entire body. I cry Gray's name, babbling in a broken string of English and Portuguese that makes no sense.
"God, yeah," he says. "Look at you coming like a goddess." He licks me again, holding my legs apart when I try to close them. "Nu-uh, angel. All this is mine now.Você é minha."
"Sim! Sim!" I cry my agreement into the room. Yes, I am his. Even before he touched me, even before hewreckedme, I was his. I think I was his the moment he introduced himself to me in Kelsey's office on Monday.
He kisses my clit again, sending another ripple through me. Even though I'm the one who just came, he's the one purring like a sated cat. He kisses all over my belly and thighs, telling mehow sweet I am, how beautiful, how he can't live without me. His sweet words bring tears to my eyes. How did I ever think he was anything like the man who took my sister from me?
He isn't. There is nothing cruel or selfish about this man.
"Gray," I whisper, reaching out for him.
He takes my hand, rooting me to reality, to him.
