Grayson grabbed my wrist, ripping me back to his body, flipping me beneath him in the same instant.

“The fuck are you doing?”

“I, um… I don’t know. Going? You were quiet. I figured you were done with me.”

A painful, open look in his blue eyes—then he crushed his lips to mine. Kissed me savage. Senseless. Raw. Until my lips throbbed even when he’d stopped.

“I was really hoping to avoid that whole virgin cliché of coming quick, but your fucking pussy. Shit.”

He laughed and kissed me again.

“You blew my fucking mind, Snitch. You got magic in that pussy or what?”

I giggled, then admitted, “It was amazing.”

He barked a laugh, caressing a line down my face with his pointer finger. “You didn’t come, little nun.”

“You still felt really good.”

He groaned, kissing my throat slow, laving the muscles. “I can’t wait to mark you. Cover you in bruises and bites. Out here where everyone can see. But inside…” He palmed my pussy, finger sliding inside. “Only you’ll feel it.”

Just like that I was worked up again.

Hot.

Needy.

“I want to know everything that makes you scream.” He bit at my shoulder, pumping harder, faster. “Learn what makes your eyes roll back.”

With the silky pillows at my back, and the open window breathing a salty, cool air that hadn’t changed for millennia, it felt like I’d stumbled back in time. The servant who shouldn’t be with the master.

But love always broke the rules.

“Unless you’re done?” He paused his assault, and the sudden stop in sensation was brutal. I didn’t realize how far I’d bowed my back, how I’d shifted my hips to him, until he’d stopped.

“I want you inside me.” I dragged my nails across his shoulders, down his back, to his ass, all but begging.

“Fuck, say that again. Where do you want me?” He tossed the used condom to the side and reached for another.

“Again?” I wondered. How many did he keep on him?

He dragged me on top of his body and I let out a squeal I couldn’t keep inside. Now he was on his back, and I was on him, thighs spread around his chest. His cock was at my ass. His eyes settled between my thighs with a rumbling noise in his chest I felt in my core. He dragged a finger up and down my center.

I dug my nails into his chest, a small whimper escaping me.

“Where do you want me, little nun?” His voice was rough.

“Inside me…”

He shook his head. “In your pussy? In your ass?”

I clenched my thighs at his dirty words. My ass? Did he really want that? And…why did it make my gut tighten?

“My p-pussy,” I breathed.

“So what are you waiting for?” He grinned, throwing my words back at me.