He hissed and moaned as he shoved back in. He advanced and retreated, every inch a delicious struggle. I ran my tongue around the head, loving the way the ridge felt in my mouth. When he hit the back of my throat, I swallowed and Gray nearly cried with the pleasure.
“Enough.” He tugged on my hair, pulling his cock from between my lips. His face was savage as he dropped down.
His mouth covered mine, threatening to devour me. My tongue played along those fangs of his. So much destructive power and yet they only brought pleasure to me. His claws tickled across my skin before he palmed my breasts. Every inch of my flesh felt alive and simmering. I was a good girl and kept my hands locked behind my back, offering my body and soul to him. He roamed the plains and valleys of my flesh with his fingers and his tongue. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and I nearly came then and there.
“Spread your knees further,” he ordered urgently. He groaned as he forced his claws to recede. He touched me, his fingers soft on my skin. “I’ll keep them sheathed from here on, baby. I want to touch you.”
I did as he asked and he shoved two fingers high into me. It was easy since I was dripping wet. He used his thumb to rub my clit and I moaned my approval.
“Good, you’re ready,” he said and I protested when he pulled his hand out. “Now, hands and knees.”
I let my hands go and knelt on the wet tile. My knees were spread and I was about as submissive as a female can be. I was presenting to him, offering for him to take whatever he wanted from me.
Gray immediately moved in behind me, roughly making a place for himself at my back. Before I knew what was happening, he had thrust his cock in to the hilt. He wrapped his hands around my hips for leverage and started to pound into me.
“You don’t forget this when you’re with that vampire tonight,” he groaned as he pushed in with his dick and pulled me back with his hands.
I was caught, penetrated and helpless and god help me, I loved every second of it. I felt alive as I gave over to Gray, his cock claiming me in the most primal fashion. Over and over he slammed into me.
“You don’t forget who you belong to. You say my name.”
“Gray,” I managed to cry out as I shoved back against him. He felt so good. I don’t know how I survived without this feeling. I was completely addicted to him. He was better than any drunk or high I’d ever experienced. None of that made me feel like I was precious, beloved. When Gray was inside me, I was all the things I feared I wasn’t—lovely and graceful and worthy. I didn’t question the feeling. I welcomed it as I welcomed him. I wanted my body to be his home, his safe place as he was becoming mine.
“You’re mine,” he growled as he found that magic spot deep inside my body. “You belong to me.”
I came apart in that wild rush of pleasure I would always and forever associate with Grayson Sloane. It was a flash fire inside my body, a bomb that detonated deep within and sparked through, bringing life and heat where I needed it the most. The orgasm made my toes curl, my eyes roll back. “I belong to you.”
I was Gray’s and he was mine. I kind of floated down. It was all I could do to stay upright, but then Gray tensed and I felt him pulse inside me as he came with a low shout. His hands squeezed my hips almost painfully as he ground out his pleasure, filling me up.
When he let go, he fell against my back and both of us lay there on the floor, our bodies satisfied and my heart so full of him.
“I love you so fucking much.” He growled the words against the nape of my neck.
I found a deep pleasure in lying with him, our bodies in synch, breathing and beating in time as the warmth of the shower rained down on us. There was peace in this place.
“Shit. Oh, baby.” He scrambled off me.
“What?” I was starting to come out of my lovely languor and I didn’t want that. I turned over and sent him a frown.
All of the demon was gone. His eyes were back to deep violet and his hands were simply big and strong. I was a little startled at the fact that the dragon’s eye had closed. It had been open before, looking ferocious and hungry, and now there was a sated sleepiness to the sexy bastard. I’d satisfied that part of Gray.
Gray looked younger than before. It was subtle, but I would have sworn the lines around his eyes were lighter, as though some of his worries had fled. His lips curled up and a soft expression lit his face as he stood up, water dripping off his body. “You are the sexiest, grumpiest kitten ever.”
My hair was plastered to my skin and I was probably a mess, but I felt like I was glowing. “I think that’s a compliment.”
He got to his feet and gently hauled me up with him. “I nicked you, baby. I would say I’m sorry, but that was the best sex I’ve ever had so I’ll get you a bandage and treat you like a queen for the rest of my life. My queen.”