Chapter 163

Ava's POV:

Every thought vanished the moment his lips met mine again. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, my back pressed against the counter. The hard surface dug into my spine, but I didn't care. All I could focus on was him—his warmth, his strength, the way his lips molded perfectly against mine.

Grayson broke the kiss, only long enough to look at me. His breathing was ragged, his pupils dilated with a mix of emotions I couldn't name. "Ava," he murmured, his voice low, almost reverent, yet rough. "Tell me to stop if—"

"I don't want you to stop," I interrupted.

His forehead rested against mine for a moment, his hand sliding to my hip. "You have no idea what you do to me," he whispered, then his lips were on mine again, hungrier this time.

His hands skimmed my waist, his fingers splaying across my lower back before dipping lower, gripping me firmly. I gasped, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping against mine, leaving me trembling.

"You're beautiful," he murmured against my skin, his lips trailing down my jaw to the sensitive spot below my ear. My breath hitched, and I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his shirt.

"Grayson," I breathed, his name a plea.

He pulled back slightly, his gaze locking onto mine. His hands skimmed under my shirt, his touch warm and steady, sending shivers down my spine. He moved slowly, savoring every second, every inch of exposed skin. His lips followed the path of his hands, pressing soft, lingering kisses along my collarbone, shoulder, and neck.

I tilted my head back, letting him lead, my fingers gripping the counter for stability. "Grayson…" His name escaped my lips again, breathless and heavy with emotion.

He paused, his hands at my waist. "Say it again," he murmured against my skin, his voice low and desperate. I looked at him, my heart pounding. "Grayson…"

His gaze snapped to mine, dark and intense. "I'll never get tired of hearing you say my name like that," he said, tightening his grip on my hips.

He dipped his head lower, his lips trailing down the curve of my throat, over my shoulder, and to the base of my ribs. Every kiss was slow and deliberate, leaving me breathless. I felt my body responding uncontrollably, a warmth spreading deep inside me.

He glanced up, his eyes searching mine. "You're shaking," he said softly, concerned.

I managed a shaky laugh. "Because of you."

A small, almost boyish smile flickered across his lips, softening his features. "Good," he whispered, his tone laced with confidence and tenderness.

My hands reached for his belt, trying to unfasten it. Then I pushed off the counter, my legs shaky but determined. His brows furrowed as he watched me, his jaw tightening. "What are you doing?"

I didn't answer. My trembling hands fumbled with his belt. His hand shot out, gripping my waist gently but firmly.

"Ava…" There was a warning in his tone, but his resolve was crumbling.

I tugged at his belt harder, undoing it and sliding the leather through the loops. With renewed determination, I unbuttoned his pants and hooked my fingers under the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to reveal his already hard penis.

My breath caught as I took him in my hand, running my fingers down his shaft. His breath hitched, and he watched me through hooded eyes.

My grip was tentative at first, testing, exploring. His hips twitched with each stroke, encouraging me. I looked up, meeting his heated gaze. He groaned, and I felt emboldened. I slid down his body, my lips hovering over the head of his penis. His breath hitched, anticipating my first move.

My tongue snaked out, tasting the precum glistening at his tip. His grip on my hair tightened, pulling slightly as he watched me. I looked up, maintaining eye contact, and took him into my mouth.

Without breaking our stare, I slid my mouth further down his length, inch by glorious inch. His fingers twined in my hair, clutching tightly as he sucked in a sharp breath.

His penis jerked in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, causing me to gag slightly. Tears welled in my eyes, and I blinked rapidly, trying to clear them.

Without warning, he cupped my face with one hand, the other tangling in my hair. His eyes bored into mine, heavy-lidded and smoldering. "Stop," he rasped, pulling me up and turning me to face the counter before I could react. He parted my legs, and I heard a rip. I gasped as the cold air hit my bare back. Before I could speak, he thrust into me.

Hard.

He didn't let me recover. Sliding one arm around my waist, he yanked me back against him, my upper body bent over the counter. His grip tightened, pinning me in place.

"Fuck, Ava. You feel amazing," Grayson grunted, thrusting harder. I cried out, clenching around his penis as he drove into me relentlessly.

His grunts grew louder, matching my moans. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over me.

With each thrust, his grip tightened, pulling me closer, deeper, harder. I could feel every inch of him inside me, stretching me to the limit, filling me completely. "Is this okay?"

"More," I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice.

His hand slid under my thigh, hooking it over his forearm, opening me wider.

"Better?" he asked, voice strained, sweat beading on his forehead. "Yes," I moaned, feeling him even deeper.

"Yes," I gasped, my head spinning from the sheer pleasure.

Grayson's grip tightened on my leg, pulling me harder against him as he continued pounding into me relentlessly. He reached for my arms, pulling me upright until my back was pressed against his chest. I gasped at the new position, his penis rubbing against a different set of nerve endings.

His lips teased my earlobe, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "I want to try something," he purred, nibbling on my ear gently.

"Anything," I breathed, helpless to deny him.

With one swift motion, he lifted me off my feet, carrying me towards the wall. His lips found mine again, hungry and insistent, silencing any protests.

His body pressed firmly against mine, trapping me between him and the cold stone wall. With one hand, he gathered my wrists together, pinning them above my head.

My pulse quickened as he pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, using the other to brace himself against the wall.

"Don't move," he commanded, his breath warm on my neck.

My breath caught in my throat as he shifted, positioning himself at my entrance. "Please," I whimpered, trying to move, but his grip held firm.

Without mercy, he thrust into me again, hard and fast. I screamed in ecstasy, my hands clutching his arms for support as he pounded into me.

My body trembled as I clung to him, but he kept me secure, his powerful body pressed against mine. He let out a fierce grunt as he thrust again, and my whimpers grew louder with each stroke.

His thrusts grew quicker, more intense. I felt him tense against me as my breathing shallowed and each sound that escaped my mouth was a cry of pleasure.

Grayson let out a deep growl, his thrusts becoming more savage. He trailed kisses along my neck and jaw, biting down on my earlobe as he kept me pinned against the wall.

My cries grew louder, echoing off the tiles. I only knew I wanted him to fill me completely. Grayson obliged, pushing deeper, harder.

Our bodies slick with sweat, we moved in sync, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. His mouth was on mine again, devouring me, his kiss matching the rhythm of our hips.

With a groan, he broke the kiss, burying his face in my neck. I tilted my head, gasping as he began to bite and suck at the sensitive flesh, his thrusts becoming animalistic and I felt my core tightening.

I writhed underneath him, feeling the familiar build-up of pleasure overwhelm me.

Suddenly, his mouth found my neck, trailing hot, wet kisses along my sensitive skin. His teeth grazed my earlobe before he murmured, "Come for me, Ava."

Those words pushed me over the edge.

I screamed his name, my voice raw as a tidal wave of sensations crashed over me. The world around us seemed to blur, and for a moment, all I could hear was the pounding of my heart and the soft rasp of his breath. But then, through the haze of euphoria, an alarm blared in the background. The faint scent of smoke tickled my senses, pulling me back to the moment…

His movements turned erratic, a mix of urgency and something deeper, something raw and vulnerable. His forehead pressed against mine as he groaned low in his throat, his voice trembling with unspoken emotion.

And then it happened.

The heat, the intensity, the overwhelming feeling of being completely and utterly his—it all collided in a perfect storm. I gasped as another wave of pleasure washed over me, leaving me trembling in his arms. His grip on me tightened, his breath shuddering as he followed me over the edge.

In the midst of it all, through the chaos of the alarm and the faint haze of smoke, I heard him say it. Three words I knew I felt but never expected him to ever say.