Page 119 of Lessons In Grey
“I’m addicted to you, Grey,” I whispered, clawing into him. “Every fucking ounce of me.”
His lips parted, snarls leaving his soul as he slammed into me over and over again, his muscles tensing, his eyes never breaking, not even when he exploded inside of me, and fuck, if that didn’t make it that much better.
27
Grey
November 22nd, 2021
Istared at the paper for a long time, frowning. I was supposed to be enjoying the fact that my girl was walking around this campus, covered in my kisses, in remnants of my cum, owning each and every step she took because she was blooming before me.
Yet here I was, at the cusp of the eighth hour, staring at this stupid little slip of paper.
Emily had been doing so well, and I reminded her of that every single day. Between fucking her anywhere and everywhere I could, we had had long conversations about our relationship and how we wanted to go about it. She had made some things very clear after staying up one night while I was out running errands and taking a deep dive down a dark rabbit hole.
After that, we spent the weekend walking through certain things, exploring others. It had been good. More than good.
After what happened with Jordan, I had spent some time on the phone with Malachi, going over options. Yes, disposing of Diamond would be the best option now that we knew who Eris was, but we had to go about it carefully. Malachi had called him personally, which I prayed truly set in stone how serious we were.
As for Eris? Malachi suggested we give him one last chance. It had taken a great amount of control to hear that. Malachi wasn’t one for showing mercy, but honestly, Eris had been good for business for a long time there. It had only been this last half a year that he had been truly messing up.
I didn’t like it, not in the slightest, but I trusted Malachi. If he wanted to show him mercy, give him one last chance to redeem himself, then fine, so be it, but there would be no mercy if he fucked up again.
Azrael never would have stood for this, he was probably mocking me, wherever he was, for allowing it, but we were nothing if not loyal.
Even so, I had spent several nights following Eris just to ensure that he was following every rule these days, and he was. Not a hair out of place. Fuck, I would have given anything and everything to fuck him up, but he and Diamond were behaving now. Fucking tragic.
As for this little slip of paper. Why the fuck was there an annual writing convention anyhow? And why were the professors being mandated to leave their classes for two weeks this close to finals to attend? I never would have run a school this way, it was fucking pathetic.
Emily had mentioned something two weeks ago about this being toxic. She was scared. We were addicted to each other in a way that, from the outside, wouldn’t have looked healthy, I suppose. To which I responded,‘Is it toxic or do people just settle before they find the one their soul desires?’
She had smiled then.‘I call it oureuphoria.’
It was a perfect name for where we were. Our euphoria. If it was toxic, who gave a fuck? I was obsessed with her. Why couldn’t that be normal? Why was it wrong to be obsessed with your partner?
Whoever started that rumor should have been executed.
“Grey.”
My entire being just melted at the sound of her voice, at the way her tone wrapped around those four little letters, as if I were the only thing keeping her from drowning.
I couldn’t help the smile that graced my lips as I turned to her. “Snowflake,” I breathed out.
She had already locked the door, had already pulled the blinds. She dropped her bag at the stairs and ran up the few steps to the stage.
I stood, opening my arms just as she stepped into them.
Fuck, I was so goddamn head over heels for this woman. I slid my hand over the side of her face and pressed my lips feverishly against hers, her tongue meeting mine in an electric dance of lust and desire.
She slid one hand up to cup the side of my throat, her fingers teasing into my hair, while the other gripped around my tie. The green one. The very one I had used to tie her up that first time we had taken our time together.
Fuck, I loved it when she did that.
I loved everything she did.
I didn’t pull away until she did, so deprived of oxygen, she didn’t have a choice.
Emily smiled, panting, her cheeks flush. “Hey,” she mumbled, giving me this look of absolute pure adoration.