Grayson - Page 71

All of it.

I needed him.

“Oh, Henry,” he whispered my name like it was a prayer, his lips and tongue caressing mine with so much passion, I felt like I would catch fire and spontaneously combust.

“I love you too,” he whispered. “I’ve wanted to hear you say that for so long,” he murmured, his hands traveling down my shirt, resting on the waistband of my jeans.

I could feel his hardness against my own, and the euphoria of his words shattered the last bit of my armor.

“But I didn’t want to scare you away…”

I felt lighter, better, having said them. The truth couldn’t hurt me anymore.

It could only make way for something better. Something brighter.

Because when Grayson said those words, I love you, Henry, I felt it.

I felt the truth, the weight of them, and in his eyes I could see he truly meant it.

He loved me.

Despite everything that had transpired, everything we’d done, everything I’d said…

This man loved me.

“You’re mine,” he whispered.

“Promise?” I asked, my fingers sliding up beneath his shirt.

Grayson picked me up, my body reacting instinctively to his hold as I wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands cradled my ass as he carried me to the couch, all but throwing me down on it.

I leaned back, taking in the sight of him, his vivid erection practically punching through his pants, dark hair falling in his eyes, lips swollen from kissing me. He grabbed himself, licking his lips and my cock twitched with anticipation.

“Promise,” he said, his voice dark and gravelly, removing his pants.

I quickly hurried to free my own cock, my gaze trained on him as he slowly undid each button on his shirt until he was standing before me.

God, he was sexy as fuck.

And he was mine.

The notion, the reality as this man looked down at me, lazily stroking his cock as he watched me, was overwhelming.

After removing the remnants of my clothes, I lay there, waiting.

Grayson sauntered closer, his gaze never leaving mine.

Wordlessly, I dropped to my knees, my cock throbbing with need. I sucked Grayson into my mouth, wasting no time licking and nibbling, and laving my tongue all along his shaft.

Mine, mine, mine.

Grayson sunk his fingers in my hair and pulled me up by it. It hurt, but I liked it.

It felt cathartic almost.

The pain, the pleasure.

He kissed me, his tongue running rampant in my mouth as he thrust his cock against me. I could feel the warmth of his precum spreading along my shaft, and I shuddered with desire.