I would think the urgency of it all would’ve worn off. How wrong I am about that.
His mouth smashes against mine, bruising my lips as our teeth clash and our tongues tangle. We go from simmering to molten hot in the space of a heartbeat, too frantic and reckless to take our time.
Raw and unhinged, his kisses are what I always thought they should be like. Hard, with an edge, but without the fear and the loathing that I experienced with other men.
In Griff’s arms, I feel safe, protected, but most of all, adored and loved. He spreads my legs and notches his hips between them. Without warning, he drives into me, hips thrusting recklessly, and hitting that spot inside of me that sends me flying.
My thighs clench around him, and I pull myself closer, needing him deeper, to thrust harder. To make me fly.
Moaning sounds escape my throat as he drives harder, wilder.
Ahhh, fuck, that’s the spot.
My gasps lose their rhythm as they become shallow and more desperate. My pussy grows slicker as he thrusts and fucks in a steady, determined pace.
No man has ever made me feel this way. No man has taken control of my body and possessed me the way he takes me now.
I’ve always had a crush on Griff. It stems from a bit of hero worship since he’s the one who rescued me in Manila. I’ll never forget the tenderness in his expression when he held out his hand that very first time. I remember feeling empty inside, a place beyond shock. I wanted to die, but knew I’d continue to survive, because that’s what I did best.
He was a shining beacon in that darkness, and all it took was the softness in his eyes to pull me back from the brink of despair.
That was over a year ago. Now things are different, but he’s still making me feel things, feelings too new and too raw to process. They’re impossible to analyze. One, because he’s fucking my brains out. Two, because he drives me crazy, and I’m not alone. Griff feels it too.
At my ear, he nips and sucks. His breaths pant against my neck as his body works to bring us over the edge. My thighs squeeze around his hips and my nipples harden beneath the punishing assault of his fingers as they twist and pinch and squeeze my nipples.
I feel everything.
The first signs of my orgasm flutter in my belly. Ahhh, yes, this man knows how to fuck. And kiss. And how to go down on a woman until she’s mindless with need. He knows how to touch all the right places.
My orgasm builds, and I pull him closer, needing to meld my body with his. It is no hardship staying here with him. If I was at the Facility, we couldn’t do this. He’s given me more blissful moments in the past twenty-four hours than I’ve experienced in a lifetime.
We may be having sex—lots of sex—but something else is happening as well. I don’t know much about love, but an unbreakable bond is forming between us. It’s a connection, stronger than I’ve ever shared with another person, and definitely the first time with a man. Men have never been kind to me before, which makes Griff that much more amazing. He’s too good to be true, and I hate to admit it, but there’s a small piece of me waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Whatever this is that’s building between us, it’s worth fighting for, and I find myself loath to let it go. Not that I am—letting it go—but if life has taught me anything, it’s that good things never happen to people like me.
Somehow, I’ll pay for daring to be happy.
Griff picks up the tempo, lifting me off the counter with each maddening thrust of his hips. Each time he adjusts the angle of his attack, I tremble on the edge of bliss. Last night, I fought my release. This time, my body squeezes around his cock, eager and determined, as a scream escapes my lips.
My release shudders through me as my cries dissolve into whimpers. Lingering pleasure shoots through my body, and as I gulp for air, Griff follows me over the edge without hesitation, without restraint.
My legs wrap around his hips and we stare deeply into each other’s eyes, breaths panting as our souls join.
He leans forward and brushes his lips over mine. Unlike the frenzy before, we sink into the bliss that a simple kiss