All Chapters of Wrong From the Start : Chapter 81 - Chapter 84

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,

( BACK TO GRAYSON'S MANSION)“What’s this?” Tessa asked softly, her fingers brushing against his arm.“What’s what?” he murmured distractedly, lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck.She tilted away from him slightly. “Wait. I’m serious.”His brows furrowed as he turned her around to face him, but her gaze had already locked onto his arm.The scar was large. Too large to ignore.And from the shape of it… It looked disturbingly like a bite mark.His eyes followed hers, and for the briefest second, something unreadable flashed across his face.“It’s nothing,” he said quickly, attempting to pull his arm away.But she caught him before he could.“Tess..”“What scar is this?”He inhaled slowly, almost shakily, before pulling her against his chest as though closeness could distract her from the question.“Let’s not talk about that right now.”Av