Page 18 of Grayson’s Challenge

He turned off the street, and the garage door opened in front of him. He drove inside, while he continued to caress Mona’s sex.

“Did you masturbate?” she asked.

He brought the car to a stop, while the garage door closed behind them, and killed the engine. Then he released the seatbelt and leaned over to the passenger side.

“I did. It felt good, but not as good as being with you in the flesh.”

He pressed a button to lower the passenger seat, and Mona gasped when she realized that the seat was leaning farther back, bringing her body almost horizontal.

“What—”

Grayson pushed her dress up to her waist and shoved her panties down to her knees. Then he lowered his head to her sex and licked over her drenched folds.

“Gray! Oh!”

“Mmm.”

She tasted good. Tangy, flowery, like morning dew on a meadow. Her clit was already swollen, responding to his caresses, and more juices seeped from her channel. He used one hand to pull back the little hood over her clit for better access, and licked over the exposed organ. Mona moaned loudly. Then he thrust his middle finger into her tight pussy, her muscles instantly clenching around him. She tilted her pelvis up to rub herself harder on his tongue and take his finger deeper into her.

Fuck, how he loved a woman who offered herself without restraints, who gave herself so freely to a man, trusting him to take care of her. And he wanted to take care of her, pleasure her. He was drawn to her. He’d been with many women before, but never with a woman like Mona. She was strong, but not afraid to surrender to him, just like he wanted to surrender to her. He’d never felt like this before, never wanted to give control to a woman for fear that it made him look weak. But he realized now that opening up to another person wasn’t weakness, but a sign of self-confidence, of strength.

As he finger-fucked her in a slow but steady rhythm, he continued to lick her clit, her ragged breathing indicating that she was close to her climax. He doubled his efforts and adjusted his tempo to her movements.

“Oh, yes! So good.”

He welcomed her praise, feeling pride spread in his chest. By the time this night was over, he would make sure that she never craved another man’s touch but his.

Fuck! That thought struck him like a bolt of lightning. Had he gone completely crazy? Was he pussy-whipped already? But no matter how much he tried to push away the thought that he wanted this woman for more than just a few nights, he couldn’t banish it from his mind. He knew virtually nothing about her, but their chemistry was off the charts. Was it just the sex that made him want her more than any woman before her? Or was it more? Did she too feel that they were kindred spirits?

Mona writhed beneath him, her hand now at his nape, caressing him. “Oh, yes, please, yes.”

All of a sudden, she stiffened and cried out on a breathy moan. Grayson felt the waves of her orgasm bounce against his lips and her interior muscles squeeze his finger. He stopped thrusting into her, allowing her to ride out her climax, before he released her and sat up.

He looked into her passion-clouded eyes, and she pulled his face to her.

“I’ve never had a lover like you,” she murmured and sank her lips onto his.

When she severed the kiss, he smiled. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“Fishing for compliments?”

“You climaxing is compliment enough.”

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Monique still hadn’t come down from her high when Gray led her into his loft. She freed herself from her jacket and tossed it on a chair. The heavy door fell shut behind him, and a moment later, he was already on her, pressing her back against the wall, and kissing her with a ferocity she could get used to.

She hadn’t expected him to go down on her in the car. But when it had happened, she’d let herself go and enjoyed his mouth on her, letting go of all the tension that had built up during her confrontation with her father. Gray was helping her forget about what had happened, and made her think only of the pleasure they could give each other.

She loved the way he sandwiched her between the wall and his hard body, grinding his erection against her like a promise. As a vampire hybrid, he was more virile than any man in his prime, and she realized now why her relationships with human men never worked: they couldn’t satisfy her unquenchable needs. Some of her previous lovers had called her a nymphomaniac, but they never knew that what made her so hungry for sex was the vampire inside her. But Gray understood her, because he was the same, driven by his primal need for blood and sex.

Impatiently, she tugged at his clothes, pushing the tuxedo jacket off his shoulders and getting to work on the buttons of his starched shirt, while he found the zipper of her dress and pulled it down. When she felt cool air blow against her naked breasts, she realized that he was stripping her of her dress. It pooled around her feet. Just as quickly, she helped him rid himself of his pants and boxer briefs. He was still wearing his shirt, when he ripped her panties off her, hooked his arms underneath her thighs and lifted her up, her back pressed against the wall.

On her next breath she felt the bulbous head of his cock at her pussy, before he plunged into her as if he wanted to impale her. He was different tonight, wilder, untamed, unbridled. She welcomed this side of him and urged him on to claim her body with his. Never before had she enjoyed being in a position where she was at a man’s mercy, unable to move. Yet she loved the feeling of Gray fucking her hard and fast, taking her as if she were his to do with as he pleased. And in that moment, she was his, and that knowledge shocked her to the core. She’d always believed that she would never give in to a man’s demands, yet here she was, allowing this stranger to take her as if she were his to command.

A violent shudder went through her body, and she realized that it was caused by his cock spasming inside her and warm semen flooding her tight channel. Yet despite his orgasm, he kept plunging hard and deep, his breaths uneven, his skin perspiring. When she met his eyes, she saw them shimmer golden, and she noticed his fangs peek out from between his parted lips. They were fully extended, and the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. Instinctively, she tilted her head to the side, brushing strands of hair away from her neck.

She noticed his gaze shoot to where she felt her vein pulse in a rapid tempo and recognized the hunger in it.