❝ You make this messed-up world look so much more beautiful. ❞ Gathering me in his arms, he pulled me close -- his lips seeking mine hungrily.
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The only thing Summer Hale has ever wanted was to live peacefully away from her secrets...
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I've been searching all my life For something that I won't regret Could it be that you're the one I'm looking for? — Aphrodite by RINI
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Gray dove straight to my mouth, knocking the wind out of me. Jesus. I pulled back to catch a breath before kissing him again, and I breathed a sigh when he slipped his tongue in, a sense of pride filling my chest when his minty breath finally touched my taste buds.
I broke the kiss and brushed my lips against his.
"I want you on your knees again, Gray," I taunted, threading my fingers through his hair as he grabbed the back of my thighs and hauled me up. A whimper left me as my arms and legs wrapped around him.
"I'll get down on my knees for you anytime, Shortcake."
He laid me down on the bed and hovered on top of me. His one hand splayed across my stomach as the other tugged at my legs, and they all but fell open. His hard cock rested between my legs as he rubbed my thighs, eliciting a soft moan from me.
"But I'll need a few things in return," he said.
"Like what?"
"For instance," his hands traveled inside my shirt, setting fire to my skin until he reached my breasts. My back arched to his touch, and another moan left my lips when his fingers toyed with my stiff nipples. "I want you on your knees too, sucking me off."
"I can do that," I exhaled, closing my eyes.
"I want you to keep your eyes on me." He rolled his thumb over my nipples as my eyes snapped open in obedience. He was staring down at me with a faint smirk, his eyes dark and heavy with lust. "And I want you to talk to me. I want you to tell me where to touch you and how to touch you."
"But..." I pressed my lips together, my cheeks flushing.
"It's just you and me," he whispered, peeling off my sweater before kissing the hollow of my neck.
"I don't know how," I confessed.
He chuckled huskily as his large hands slid up my back. I rolled over to my front, and he unclasped my bra. "You know your body more than I do, Shortcake. Tell me what made you feel good last night."
