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Chapter 22: Grayson's eyes
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2026-03-17 00:00:04
Dammy DimplesAuthor's note: Your support is the key to my motivation and inspiration 🙏🥰❤️❤️❤️ What do you think Grayson will do?
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Her thighs were slick—not from the water, but from her. Aching, dripping, swollen with need that had never fully been sated.He looked up at her. Water streamed over his face, his hair plastered to his forehead. His eyes were dark, hungry."Tess," he rasped. Her heart melted. His eyes were not only full of hunger, but also full of so much tenderness it almost melted her soul. She felt seen. Bare. Naked to his eyes. And safe.When he called her name, she opened her mouth but couldn't answer, enthralled by him, intoxicated by everything he was doing. She could only grip his shoulders for balance, her knees threatening to buckle.He didn't reach for the sponge.He leaned in.His mouth found her center like a man starved. He pressed his face between her thighs, tongue sweeping through her folds in a long, flat, possessive lick that made her cry out. Her head fell back, her hands fisting in
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He didn't pull out.He stayed buried inside her, softening but still deep, his weight pressing her into the leather, his breath hot and uneven against her neck. Their bodies slick with sweat, her legs still trembling around his waist, her inner walls fluttering with the aftershocks of her orgasm.Neither of them spoke.They just breathed.His lips traced lazy, possessive kisses along her collarbone, tongue flicking out to taste the salt on her skin. Her fingers combed through his damp hair, her chest still rising and falling too fast.The silence stretched.And then..he stirred.Not to pull away. To press deeper. A subtle roll of his hips that made her gasp, her eyes flying open."Gray.""I want more," he murmured against her throat, voice rough, wrecked, aching. "I can't stop, Tess. I don't want to stop."Her breath hitched. Heat raced down her veins, cheeks, heating up her flushed cheeks. Her nipples hardened.He lifted his head, meeting her eyes. That dark, hungry look was back,
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His hands roamed wildly, cupping her jaw, gripping her hip, sliding up her ribs under her dress, fingers splaying against the bare skin of her stomach. She arched into him. Needy. Craving And then.. He stopped. Grayson's lips hovered over hers, his forehead pressing against her own, his breath ragged and harsh. His eyes were squeezed shut. His jaw clenched so tight she could see the muscle jumping. He was trembling. "Fuck," he breathed. Not angry. Torn. "Tess, I.." He didn't finish. But she knew. She felt it radiating off him in waves—the raw, aching, bone-deep want that had him shaking like a man standing at the edge of something he couldn't come back from. He wanted her. God, he wanted her.
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