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He left the room, leaving the bedroom door ajar. Outside, there was an angry exchange in Gaelic, then the apartment door slammed shut.
I glared at the floor—my breathing erratic and heavy—as anger churned through me. With my hands curling into fists, I counted to ten, each exhalation marking the next ascending number.
From the doorway, there was a bass growl. My eyes flew open, and I found Grayson standing there. His words from the night before whispered seductively through my mind. He stared at me, his irises being completely swallowed by his pupils. He was dressed in a pair of jeans so faded they were almost white and a black t-shirt that strained across his biceps and torso. I let my gaze skim down his body until I saw the huge bulge behind his zipper.
I could’ve yanked the quilt back up—that was my first instinct—but I didn’t want to. My nipples hardened at the memory of Grayson pulling my hair, dominating me, and coming all over my ass. And when his ravenous gaze darted to my chest, my lips parted on a gasp. A thrill of lust licked through my blood at the heavy look in his eyes.
He took a step closer, kicking the door shut behind him. For the longest time, he remained there, breathing heavily, his hands bunching into fists every few seconds. We were frozen in that tableau until he crooked his finger at me.
As if I was a puppet on invisible strings, I got off the bed and went to him. Wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, his strong fingers pressed against my skull, making me feel suddenly boneless. His other hand skimmed along the front of my neck, cupping my jaw gently. I was held immobile in his large grip, my breathing tripping out of me as anticipation turned the blood in my veins molten.
His blue eyes were fixed on my face, darting down to my mouth every few seconds. Then his tongue darted out, wetting his own lips. “Fuck, lass,” he breathed the words out, releasing me and stepping back. Grayson was shaking his head, staring at me like I was a meal he was starved to eat but wasn’t allowed a single taste.
I took a step toward him, and he shook his head.
“Stay on that fucking side of the room, Sloane. I don’t know what I’m capable of right now.”
The way he washungeringfor me emboldened me, though. I stepped closer, seeing his eyes widen before his lust overtook him completely. The air felt charged with electricity, prickling along my skin, heightening my nerve endings, which all seemed to be frayed in his presence.
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing roughly. “Last warning, lass.” His words, spoken in a low, graveled drawl, made me hesitate. But it was already too late. I’d been captured by his reaction. As if seeing my resolve, he suddenly broke free of his self-imposed atrophy and lunged at me.
A surprised gasp left my lips when he picked me up effortlessly, wrapping my legs around his waist, and pressed my back against the bedroom door. The wood was cold against my heated skin, but I forgot all about that when Grayson crushed his lips to mine.
Those nerve endings of mine that had been heightened were now sparkling with barely repressed desire.
Desire for my fucking captor.
His tongue was an insistent stroke against the seam of my lips, pressing me, coercing me into letting him inside. I opened for him, shuddering when his tongue swept into my mouth, tasting me everywhere. Exploring me. I gave myself over to his kiss at that point, tasting sandalwood and leather on his lips.
Tangling his hands into my hair, he tilted my head to one side, deepening the kiss. When he nipped my bottom lip, I shuddered. When he sucked on it, I melted more deeply into his hold. My nipples pearled into unbearably hard peaks, and I knew he could feel them through the flimsy material of my camisole pressed against his chest.
With an animalistic snarl, he pressed me tightly against the door to free one of his hands. He stroked over one of my breasts, thumbing the distended nipple before running his fingers over my ribs, along my bared thighs, then back again. He fisted my hair. Kissed my throat. Teased my sensitive flesh without hesitation of rebuke.
It was as if he were blind and wanted to learn how I looked by touch alone.
Beneath my ass, his hips rolled, his hardened flesh meeting my softness and making me gasp. His mouth swallowed down the sound, devouring it hungrily. He broke the kiss, pulling back a fraction, so we were staring at each other from only inches away. We were both breathless. Panting. Turned-on as fuck.
“Grayson,” I managed to say, the word barely sounding like it had come from my lips. “What about Fi—”
He stopped me from speaking the clan boss’s name. With a fierceness in his blazing eyes, he told me, “I’m already going to hell for this, lass. At least let me enjoy the ride down.”
He captured my jaw, tilting my head to the side and up so he could have better access to my throat. Then he tongued my pulse as it thumped impatiently, his teeth grazing along my skin. Then, with a snarl in his throat, he hooked his arms around my thighs and walked us to the edge of the bed.
He placed me on the mattress and dropped to his knees, pushing between my thighs. He tore the camisole top from my body, breaking the thin straps easily, and bared me to him. I didn’t have the time to be self-conscious because he was already leaning forward, capturing one nipple in his mouth while his hand palmed the other breast. He sucked and pulled. Squeezed and pinched. All the sensations left me breathless.
Ragged.
Undone.
Darting out his tongue, he teased my aching flesh until I tugged at his hair, begging him to put me out of my misery.
“Touch me.” I moaned. “Grayson.Please. Touch me.”
With rough hands, he split my thighs wider to get around his broad frame and shoved the edge of my silky camisole shorts to the side. His blunt fingers slid past my panties, and I let out a gasp.
“You already wet for me, lass?” he rasped, still stroking into me.
Rolling my bottom lip into my mouth, I thrashed. Writhed.
