Page 71 of Fallen to Thievery
“Ava…” His moan sounded like a plea. I knew what he wanted.
“Yes,” I panted against his lips. “Please…”
We were a tangle of limbs as we tore at each other’s clothes. Everywhere his skin touched mine, heat simmered and burned. I was consumed by the sensation. By his hands exploring me, almost desperately. His fingers leaving marks on my flesh and my soul.
Grayson shifted us and I felt his rock-hard cock against me at my entrance. But he didn’t move. Frustrated I broke the kiss, looking at him questioningly. His face was contorted in concentration, his body vibrating from the effort of keeping still. He took my arms and placed them around his neck then lifted me from the car, with his hands on my ass, keeping me up. His eyes roamed across my face, hungrily.
“Move for me, baby,” his voice was low and thick with want.
I understood then, what he wanted. I wrapped my arms a bit tighter around his neck and bore my weight on his shoulders, while he moved his hands to my hips, steadying me. I lowered myself onto him while I held his gaze. We both stopped breathing as his tip slidinto me. The sensation made me arch into him. I couldn’t look away from his face that was slack with pleasure. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
I lowered myself again, feeling him stretch me out. I was utterly consumed, my body a trembling mess.
I lowered myself even more, and this time he met me with a slow thrust of his own, burying himself in me. A sound between a gasp and a moan escaped me. His arms wrapped tightly around my body. He tugged at my hair, whipping my head back so he could claim my mouth again. Grayson stoked the fire in me, with his tongue, until it devoured me.
“Grayson…” I pleaded.
He pulled out slowly, then thrusted back into me, hard. It was our undoing. My back hit the car again as we collided.
It wasn’t sweet or soft or tender. It was rough and carnal and ravenous, bordering on the edge of madness as he drove me further and further out of my mind.
Grayson gripped my jaw painfully. “Say it,” he growled as he slammed into me.
I tried to find my voice as he continued to defile me, hitting that spot that had me clawing at his back.
“Say it, Princess,” he repeated.
“I’m yours,” I panted, sealing the covenant between us. “Always.” I could never be anyone else’s. Not after this. Not after the way he was possessing me, claiming me under the full moon.
His thrusts became erratic, urgent. The force of it pushed me over the edge. The pleasure that had been building along my spine, exploded through me. Blinding me.
“Fuck, Ava! You feel so fucking good,” he growled as I pulsed around his cock, whimpering his name. He gave one last powerful thrust, the muscles in his back going rigid underneath my fingers as he found his own release.
He sagged against me, gripping the car with one hand to steady himself. He lowered his forehead to mine. The clouds of our breaths intermingling as we panted, coming down from the high.
“Mine,” Grayson whispered against my lips.
“Mine,” I echoed, pulling my fingers through his hair.
We stayed like that for a few more minutes, before the cold forced us back to reality. We were butt naked, on the side of the road, in the middle of the night. Grayson helped me get dressed, before putting on his own clothes.
I stared out over the lights of home, feeling dazed.
“Having second thoughts?” Grayson asked as he buttoned up his pants.
Peering over my shoulder at him, I smiled at the uncertainty and a little bit of panic in his eyes. “No.” I brushed a finger over my swollen lips as I watched him pull on his shoes.
“Then what’s on your mind, Princess?” He sauntered over to me and pulled my back against his firm, steady body. I melted into him. He felt so right.
I sighed, part contentment, part worry. It was a strange feeling, being this happy, but also feeling a deep sense of loss.
“I’m happier than I’ve ever been, but the people I love are probably sick to their stomachs worrying about me.” I brushed at the tears falling over my cheeks. “They’re probably lying awake in bed right now, wondering if I’m dead. Or worse. It’s not fair.”
Grayson held me even tighter. “What would you like to do?”
I contemplated it. “Do you think I could write them a letter? So they would know I was okay? I trust them. They won’t take it to the police if I ask them not to.” I turned to see what Grayson thought of it.
He nodded, his mind going a mile a minute. “You’d have to make sure they knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it’s you. Or it might create even more uncertainty… and heartbreak.”
