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He gave me that boyish smile. “You already know how I feel. I don’t need a ring to prove that. I just need you.”
I kissed him slowly, nipping at his lip until he groaned into my mouth. “I’m sure, Grey.”
With a deliberate roll of my hips and no doubt in my mind, I took Greyson inside me for the first time.
We both cursed. It’d been a while since I’d had sex with a man, let alone anyone Greyson’s size. The girth wasn’t the problem, though it was lovely. It was the length and a wicked curve that hit me in all the right places and made my knees shake.
“Holy shit, you feel so fucking good.” Grey’s fingers were tight against my hips as I started to work our bodies. Slow rolls of the hips that made him alternate between cursing and praising me. Even though I could feel how tense he was with the need to move, Grey held himself still, letting me ride him how I wanted. Though I usually liked hard and fast sex, the slow push and pull of Grey’s cock was nearly drugging, but I still felt the impending orgasm. My nails dug into his shoulders, his back, as I tried to hold it off. I wanted to come, but I wanted more time, so I nipped at Grey’s neck as a distraction.
“Who said you could bite me?” he teased, his fingers tight on my thighs at the feel of my teeth. “Or withhold your orgasm from me?”
Not dignifying either of those questions with a response, I bit him harder. He moaned, hand at the back of my head holding me against him and hips kicking up to meet me. The angle of his thrusts pulled a gasp from my throat, and I held on as he started fucking me back.
“Trying to claim me already, baby?”
I hadn’t intentionally been, but the more I thought about it, the more I liked that idea.
“My turn.” With a groan that was almost a growl, Grey sank his teeth into my neck. The pain was sharp but the pleasure dulled it immediately, and I cried out, my body jerking against him.
“Yeah, you like that.” He bit me again, soothing the bruising sting with kisses. I couldn’t answer. My neck ached and my pussy was drenched, so the sounds of our slow fuck were becoming obscene. But Greyson didn’t need me to respond. The moment his hand touched my throat, I moaned. He wasn’t choking me; he was holding me. Claiming me.
Hand tangled in my hair, Grey pulled, arching my back until my head nearly touched the mattress before he shifted his grip to sit half on my hip and half on my ass. “My sweet girl. My precious reina. Mine, mine, mine.”
Held tight in his grasp, all I could do was take what he was giving me. And he was giving so much. The curve of him gliding against my inner walls with every slide of our bodies.
The slick sound of his thrusts and our broken gasps filled the air until everything was Greyson. I hadn’t expected how good it would feel as he worked me over. Every thrust hit that perfect spot that had warmth spiraling through me, and he knew it.
“You’re almost there. Come for me, Mari. Soak my cock and make my fucking night.”
No, no, no. I shook my head, still not ready to come, but Grey had other plans. He dropped me to the mattress, hiked my leg up to my shoulder, and let go of whatever restraint he’d held on to. The feeling of Grey going feral between my legs sent me into a shaking orgasm almost immediately, but he didn’t let up. He kept fucking me until I’d come so many times my entire body vibrated and my voice was hoarse. Only when I was almost too weak to move did he let himself come too.
In that moment, it felt like the stars had aligned. After years of waiting, we were finally together. My whole being was brimming with happiness, even as the pragmatic side reminded me that we had things to discuss and decisions to make.
“Later,” Grey whispered, knowing where my head had gone.
“Yeah, later.”
Chapter Nineteen
Greyson
She slept like the dead.
In all the years we’d known each other and during all the stolen moments I’d watched over her at night, Mari had never once slept peacefully. When she was younger, it was the fear of the unknown that kept her awake until she crawled into bed with Antoni and me. Only when we were a virtual puppy pile of elbows and knees would she finally drift into fitful dreams. As she grew older and more isolated, it was the responsibility of holding lives in her hands that made her toss and turn. I wasn’t sure she’d ever known peace, awake or not.
There were no sounds that night. No shivers and shakes, no tossing and turning. She fell into sleep like a stone into water and stayed there, unmoving, for hours. It was such a beautifully strange sight that I couldn’t close my eyes. I didn’t want to miss a second.
I traced my fingers idly through her hair, twirling and petting the strands while sunrise crept through where I’d forgotten to pull the blinds. It was hard to reconcile that the woman with her cheek against my chest was Mari. There had never been a point in my life when I thought for sure that I’d get what I wanted. People like me didn’t get miracles; those were reserved for saints and kindergarten teachers. They weren’t reserved for third-generation gangsters in love with their boss and best friend.
Yet, there I was with the only thing I’d ever wanted in my arms, and I was willing to pray to every deity and demon to keep her there.
Even stuck in thought of the sacrifices I’d offer, it was impossible to miss the moment she woke. Deep breaths changed to quick ones, and the hand on my chest tensed. Curling our fingers together, I pressed a kiss to her hair like I’d always done. Like I’d missed doing.
Please don’t let her pull away. I’d handle it, but it would break something in me to lose this closeness again. To be cast out of heaven after only one night.
“Good morning. How did you sleep?” I cursed the roughness in my voice until she shivered. Pressing a smile into her hair, I kept her tight against me. I had a million things I wanted to do and say, but I didn’t.
Mari was the best person I knew; she was also a runner. If I pushed her about last night before she was ready, she’d panic and bolt, and we didn’t have time for that. We had things we needed to discuss.
