Chapter 88

Ava’s POV

My heart pounded so loudly I thought it would explode. When I asked him to come to my room, I knew what I was asking for, but at the same time, I didn't. What would it be like? His erectile dysfunction had started all this, and while it no longer seemed to be a problem, I still didn't know if he'd been with anyone before—this would be my first time. I blushed at the thought.

I glanced around as we entered, unsure what to say or do. I cleared my throat, but before my nerves could take over, he pulled me close and kissed me again. I sighed, feeling everything melt away as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth while his hands traced my body. I squirmed when his fingers brushed my nipples, tugging playfully and sending shivers through me.

He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. "Are you sure about this?" I nodded. Then, just as in my dream, I whispered, "I've never done this before."

Surprise flickered in his beautiful gray eyes before a small smile curved his lips. "Me too." The combination of confidence and innocence sent goosebumps down my arms, and I bit my lip to stop myself from saying anything foolish. He slipped his hands under my buttocks, lifting me effortlessly. He wrapped my legs around his waist and carried me to my bed, laying me down gently. His tenderness took my breath away.

His fingers stroked my cheek softly, as if memorizing every contour, before moving slowly toward my lips. For a moment, I closed my eyes in anticipation, feeling his breath warm on my face. His lips touched mine. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, teasing rather than demanding. But after a few moments, its gentleness gave way to something more urgent, fiery, and passionate. My hands tangled in his hair, drawing him closer. I craved the sensation of his lips on mine. Then he pulled away, his lips tracing down my neck.

My eyes fluttered closed, and a soft moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. His finger slid into the strap of my dress, pushing it off my shoulder and repeating the action on the other side, exposing more skin. I wasn't wearing a bra, so I was bare above the waist when the dress slid down to my hips.

I watched as his eyes darkened with desire before he growled my name, and everything exploded. In one swift move, he tore the dress from me, leaving me in only my panties. My gasp barely escaped my lips when he closed the distance, this time more frantic.

He pulled away, his eyes darkening. "Lie back." The abrupt command sliced through the air, and my body obeyed. I realized how wet I was. He must have noticed too, because kneeling beside me, he reached down, hooked his thumbs into my black lace panties, and pulled them down my thighs before tossing them aside.

My cheeks flushed, feeling vulnerable and exposed. He knelt between my legs, gazing hungrily at me. I shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny. "Please," I said softly, biting my lip, unable to look away.

"Please… what?" One corner of his lips curved upwards, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Touch me."

Before I finished speaking, he grabbed my hips, holding me firmly in place. My back arched instinctively, trying to escape his grip. To my surprise, he merely pressed me tighter against the bed. My mind raced, but all rational thought scattered when I felt his fingertips trail up my thighs, sending shivers through me. He kept his touch light, skimming the surface, driving me wild with want. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he stopped, and I gasped, anxiously awaiting his next move.

Then, without warning, he brought his mouth down on me, and I moaned loudly at the sudden contact. His tongue parted my lips, plunging deep inside. I cried out, writhing beneath him, barely able to comprehend the sensations surging through me. The heat between my legs built rapidly until I felt as if I was about to burst. But just as I teetered on the brink of climax, he pulled away.

My eyes flew open, searching for his, filled with frustration and confusion. Instead of sympathy or understanding, I saw only raw lust burning in his gaze. For a moment, I considered stopping, feeling overwhelmed. Yet, even as I opened my mouth to protest, he silenced me with a single word: "Mine." Then he buried his head between my legs again. This time he teased my entrance with his tongue, swirling around before delving deeper. As he brought me closer to orgasm, his pace increased. My legs tensed, and my fingers dug into the bedspread as his rhythm intensified. My back arched involuntarily, and I screamed his name louder than I ever had before, completely lost in the pleasure. I nearly convulsed off the bed, shuddering so hard I feared I might fall apart. Only his firm grasp on my hips held me there as waves of ecstasy washed over me. My vision blurred, and my ears rang with the sound of my own voice filling the room.

Finally, as the intensity subsided, my breathing slowed to normal, and I collapsed backward, panting heavily. Through hazy eyes, I watched him peel off his clothes one by one, unable to take my eyes off him as his shirt fell to the floor, followed by his trousers, leaving him only in his boxers. My eyes widened. There was definitely no problem there. Our only problem would be how it was going to fit inside me if it was as big as it looked.

My eyes scanned his body, and for a moment I thought I saw a blush rise on his neck, seconds before he moved back towards me, settling right above me. He looked at me again. "Ava…" My name sounded like a prayer on his lips, as if he was giving me one last chance to back out. I smiled, moving my hands downwards to cup him between my fingers and stroking gently. His cock jerked at my touch, and he groaned. I looked him right in the eyes. "I want you to fuck me, Grayson."

And that was all it took. His mouth met mine hungrily while his hand traveled south between my thighs. His middle finger dipped into me, and I nearly came undone immediately, my arousal thick enough to coat his hand. His thumb rolled over my clit, bringing me to another dizzying orgasm. "Oh—fuck! Grayson!" I screamed his name again, barely registering him pulling down his boxers. "This is going to hurt."

And then he slammed into me. Hard. I screamed, my body arching off the bed, and I tried to move away as pain tore through me, but he held me still. "Look at me." His calming voice filtered through, but I couldn't make sense of it until he called out again, "Ava, look at me." My eyes snapped open, and I felt tears slide down my face. He bent down and kissed my lips softly, then whispered, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

And then he pulled out and slammed back in. The pain came again, but this time it mixed with pleasure, and he repeated it, slamming until my lips parted and soft moans filled the room. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down harder, raising my knees to give him better access, until finally he found his rhythm and kept going. Then he gripped my hips and started hammering in and out of me over and over. He flipped me onto all fours and thrust into me again and again until the bed began to rock violently. Suddenly, his body froze, pushing himself as far inside me as possible, and I screamed as my second orgasm ripped through me, but he didn't stop.

He wrapped his hand around my hair, pulling me backwards as he pounded into me over and over until I didn’t know if I was screaming or crying anymore.

"Please," was all I managed to say as my third orgasm crested. He let go of my hair, and I collapsed onto the mattress. Then he leaned forward over me, supporting himself with one arm, reached around, and rubbed my clit slowly until I had a fourth orgasm.

I heard him chuckle. "We aren't done yet." With that, he slid himself back into me. His claws dug into my skin, and I felt him draw back before his thrusts became animalistic. He slammed his cock into me mercilessly over and over, so fucking hard I could feel bruises forming. I clawed at the sheets and anything else I could reach. Somewhere in between screams, I could hear him growling; his voice was raspy. He pulled my hair again, pulling me towards him as he mercilessly pounded into me. Then I heard him growl, "Mine." Just as his teeth dug into my neck and I screamed, he bit down harder, causing blood to drip, and then he let out a groan, slamming harder until he exploded inside me. I let out a shaky breath, suddenly feeling like I couldn’t feel my entire body as I collapsed on the bed.

And it only took a few seconds after that for the realization to slam into me: he had marked me.