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The lighthouse dims. Shouldn’t… Shouldn’t.
Sylvie grinds against me, and a new fire brews inside me.
There’s no way in hell I’m not fucking her tonight.
10
Sylvie
I tighten my grasp around Grey, my body ten steps ahead of my brain.
He intensifies the kiss, exploring my mouth, his tongue swiping mine until every little part of me sears. My nipples harden, and an aching stab of awareness dips to the pit of my stomach.
When Grey told me about his marriage, I felt something. I heard myself in his words and saw myself in his eyes. I, too, felt lost for the longest time. In some ways, I still do—unless I’m with him.
Being around him gives me a high.
We’re so plastered to each other that his hard-on digs into my stomach. A jolt of sexual awareness travels through me, and a flood of wetness oozes from my sex. He must sense how aroused I am because he lowers his hand between my legs, cupping me through the fabric.
“Sylvie… what are we doing?” he rasps against my lips, our breaths mingling in the charged air.
“I don’t know,” I say, my voice throaty. “But whatever it is, I can’t stop.”
Grey pushes me against a tree, and I nearly lose my balance, lost in a hazy world of desire. He kisses my neck, and I throw my head back, granting him full access despite the discomfort of the rough bark behind me.
“Yes,” I whisper, rocking my hips into his.
He ventures lower, sliding the thin straps of my dress out of the way, and my breasts spill into view. He takes one in his mouth and cups the other. I thrust my hands into his hair, showing him exactly how I want him to suck my tits. So he does. Ruthlessly.
I moan, so fucking hot for this man. My man—for the time being.
Mine.
“Grey, oh, this is so good. You’re driving me crazy,” I whisper.
I'm a vessel of sensations as I writhe against him, my breathing harsh. I can't contain the deliciousness building inside me.
He nips my breast. I gasp at the sting before it morphs into a warm ache between my thighs. When he laps at it again with his tongue, the ache becomes an inferno.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says in a growly voice that only increases my ardor.
Grey drops to his knees and bunches my dress at my waist. Without fanfare, he lowers my underwear and kisses my pussy.
I’m about to melt when he parts my thighs and dives between them. He swipes his tongue between my folds, eating me like a ravenous man, a man on a mission. I undulate my hips eagerly, chasing my release.
"Grey. Grey. Grey." I chant his name, the only word that makes sense right now.
He doesn't let up, increasing his rhythm, hungry for every bit of me. I moan, and the second he flicks his thumb over my clit, I come undone.
An orgasm with the intensity of a freight train ravishes me, and I quiver, my heart threatening to leap from my chest. My pussy throbs against his mouth, my walls clenching on air as his tongue laps up every drop of cream.
I come back down slowly, trying to get my breathing under control.
Voices penetrate my dazed senses.
Shit.
People are approaching, probably from Grey’s family, since this is a private beach.
