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"You know why I'm fucking you missionary instead of from behind like the dirty little slut you are, right?" I bit down just hard enough for Amelia to inhale sharply. "So you can moan in my mouth while I hit home. While I pound into you relentlessly until you come all over my cock like my good fucking girl."
She cursed—and I penetrated her wetness. The next curse came from my lips, from the sensations racing from my cock through the rest of my body.
As I pulled back slightly and she made a protesting sound, I sensed it would be over quicker than it had started. Not that I was complaining—I had the whole night to fuck her over and over again, to wring climax after climax from her until she succumbed completely to the ecstasy I would give her.
Her mouth found mine, uniting us in a hard, wild kiss. I tasted her—took her moans into myself as I thrust into her repeatedly until she was again on the verge of exploding around me.
Only this time, I didn't pull back and let the pleasure fade. I released one hand from her arms and moved it back around her neck.
"I want you to come inside me," Amelia moaned, barely able to keep her eyes open.
Fuck.
"Look at me."
Her gaze fixed on me. Pleading.
"Do you know how beautiful your eyes are, tear-filled because you want me so badly? Make me come, and I'll grant your wish, sin."
Immediately, she tightened around me.
"Make me yours."
I pulled back.
"Fill me up."
I penetrated her again, filling her completely.
"Mark me."
I pulled back again.
"Fuck me harder, Gray." As soon as the words were spoken, she clenched around me. She threw her head back and let go. So I fucked her through her orgasm, hard and fast, until I spilled deep inside her.
And after her words, I was tempted to stay inside her as long as possible.
17
AMELIA
The blue morning sky had been hidden behind billowy clouds, pierced only by the rays of the rising sun that set the horizon ablaze. From the surrounding forests, mists had risen. It had still been crisp, but that would change in the next few hours.
What wouldn't change were the events of the previous night.
Three times. And with each time, it had become easier for Gray to let go, and for me as well. I had never made a secret of my wants, nor the fact that Gray awakened the desire to surrender in me. To let him take control. Discovering how he cared for me when I allowed it had knocked me off my feet.
Only for him to pick me up where he left me.
The previous night was not my first foray into a world of desire and pain, of power dynamics and testing boundaries. However, I have never felt as safe and protected as I did then. It started with Gray naturally demanding consent and ended with me being absolutely certain about every tiny detail, trusting he knew what he was doing.
This man had experience. And instead of wondering where he had gotten it and with whom, I found myself wondering if a thank-you card to those women would be the more appropriate gesture.
I couldn't suppress a grin as I leaned on the railing.
Clearly, he was carrying more than one secret because all week, Gray hadn't felt the need to tell me about his house—or show it to me. Which was almost criminal because the view from his terrace was so breathtaking, it felt like I was stuck in a dream. A damn good dream that triggered a whole cascade of happy feelings in me.
The chalet, made of wood, stone, and glass—he clearly had a penchant for this style of architecture—was nestled into the side of the mountain, offering miles of views. I could see the bridge and Wolf Creek. I also noticed the surrounding forests and the river peacefully flowing through the valley.
