I tug them off and toss them over my head. She closes her legs and turns to look at the wall to the left. I press my hands on either side of her inner knee and spread her legs. She covers her face with her hands and when I look down, I want to scream, roar, and curse to the fucking sky. Who would do this to someone? The marks are deep, scabbed over, and some are worse than others, but they travel from her groin to her knees. They are vicious, just like the intent.
I lower myself between her legs while she sniffles. She’s been holding her pain inside, her shame, how ugly she feels now after someone tried to defile her. I want her to let it go because while physically she will heal, mentally she might take longer. I’ll be here every step of the way to help her heal.
I kiss and lick every mark the other men left like savages. I’m not sure how long I stay there kissing the abused skin, but it’s long enough to turn her sniffles into moans. Her hands fall to my head, gently running her fingers through my hair. I bury my nose between her legs, pushing against the soft fabric of her plain black underwear. I think they are the sexiest piece of clothing I’ve ever seen because she’s wearing them. Inhaling, a rumble vibrates in my chest when her nectar invades my senses causing my mouth to water.
“Grayson,” she moans my name in need.
Need.
Not fear.
She isn’t afraid of me, and that means the fucking world.
I rub my thumb over her clit through the thin underwear, and her back arches. Her dampness teases my finger, and I need more. I know she needs more, so I glide her panties down her long legs. I want them wrapped around me while I power drive into her, making her scream my name and ride my cock with her tight cunt.
“Grayson—”
Before she can say another word, I latch my mouth onto her clit, and my eyes roll back from feeling the slick petal on my tongue. Her pleasurable cries are music to my ears, and her hips start to rock for more friction. If she needs more, I’ll give her more.
I’ll give her whatever the fuck she wants.
I’ll even give her my trust, and I have a feeling her trust isn’t that easy to come by.
Chapter Fourteen
FINLEY
Never in my life have I felt something this good. Every nerve in my body is sending signals to one another, forming into one giant oversensitive explosion waiting to happen. My hands hit the mattress and I grab onto the sheets as he feasts.
He is too good with his mouth, tongue, hands, fucking everything. Jesus, I can only imagine what he can do with his cock.
“Oh my god!” my body arches when he slides a finger inside me. I should be embarrassed by how wet I am, but I’m not. I can’t help how much he turns me on.
“So fucking tight,” he mumbles against my folds, sucking my clit into his mouth as he slides a finger in and out.
I tense the quicker he moves because I’m not used to anything inside me. He pauses, rakes his eyes up my body until they meet mine, and the tip of his finger presses against the barrier I’ve fought so hard to protect from horrible men.
Grayson’s lips are wet, swollen, and red from eating me like I’m his favorite slice of cake. He presses against the barrier again, brows worried, and I hiss from the discomfort. His eyes widen when he realizes what he’s feeling.
But in the next instance, the shock is gone and replaced by intense glowing garnet eyes. “You’re a virgin,” he states on a low gravel. “All fucking mine and no one else’s.”
I shake my head. “Just yours, Grayson.”
“You fought your way to me, and I’ll eternally be grateful,” he says, sliding another finger in the tight, untouched space.
I wince and suck my bottom lip between my teeth. It doesn’t hurt as much as it is odd and slightly uncomfortable.
He curls his fingers and presses a spot inside me I thought was a myth. “Grayson!” I cry out, and he flattens one palm against my stomach and presses until the pressure from his fingers inside me is more intense. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god,” I chant and thrash my head back and forth. “I can’t. What are you doing?” I ask, completely innocent to this ordeal.
“I’m not going to fuck you until you come so you’re nice and wet, my little vixen.” He moves his hand faster until his knuckles touch the inside of my lips. Wet sounds escalate in the air, and a numbing sensation takes over my entire body.
“Grayson.” I slap my hands on the bed, and my jaw drops when a tsunami of ecstasy takes over me. My thighs shake, and the noise leaving my mouth must sound like I’m dying because I feel like I’m drowning.
My legs are quaking when he lifts his mouth from my clit and pulls his fingers free. They are shining with my juices, and he doesn’t hesitate to put them into his mouth. Grayson sucks them clean.
“You taste so fucking good. My new favorite treat.” He lifts onto his knees and unbuttons his jeans, then lowers the zipper.
My eyes are latched onto the long, thick erection trapped beneath the denim. When he parts the lapels of his jeans, a trimmed brown bush greets me along with the base of his cock. My tongue sticks to the roof of my dry mouth as he takes off his pants. The man does not ever disappoint. His thighs are muscular, a bit paler than the rest of his body
