Page 135 of Lessons In Grey

His tongue darted out, grazing my bottom lip.

I groaned.

“Don’t move,” he reminded me, leaning forward until I could feel his lips just a millimeter from mine. Until I could feel the tip of his cock touching my pussy as he stroked himself slowly. “Feel.”

I could feel my arousal dripping down my legs, I was throbbing,achingfor him.

I released a shuttering breath, my nails, once again healed and growing, bit into my skin, my toes curling.

“Stick your tongue out,” he mumbled.

I swallowed the drool building in my mouth and stuck my tongue out.

Grey moaned, his tongue finding mine. He licked up the length of it. “Fuck.”

Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.

“Kiss me,” he told me, “in a way that proves to me how much you missed me. No touching, Snowflake, just kissing.”

I pulled my tongue back in and was immediately met with his lips.

Not touching him was hard. It was the hardest thing I had ever done in my entire life. Trying to portray how I was feeling with my lips, with the way my tongue met his.

Just our lips were locked. He didn’t even touch me, we just kissed. Kissed deep and hard. Kissed with every ounce of feeling we had. I could feel the rage and sorrow in the way his lips moved against mine. I could hear the words unsaid about the situation Ihad gone through. I could feel everything in that kiss.

And with everything I was, I poured myself into it. Every ounce of fear and pain, every ounce of warmth and desire. I poured every ounce of emotion I had felt while he had been away. I had missed him so fucking much, in a completely different way then how I missed Charlie and mom, because he was still alive. His soul had still been in this world, just nothere.

We kissed until the lack of oxygen made my head spin, forcing me to pull away.

I shivered violently, panting, my body floating away into oblivion. “Grey,” I whimpered.

“I am in love with you,” he mumbled against my lips.

My eyes flashed open, heart skipping.

His eyes were locked with mine, inches apart, the look in them perfectly reflecting the words he had just said.

“I am so in love with you that no string of words could explain exactly how fucking far down the rabbit hole I am with you. My soul has ached for yours since the beginning of time, Emily Glass. I am in love with you and I’m going to marry you and I am going to claim you every single day for the rest of our lives.”

My eyes filled, words escaping me. Every word failed me, every single one, save for three. “I love you,” I breathed back, understanding exactly what he meant. It didn’t feel like enough. Those three little words didn’t feel like they held enough meaning for how I felt about him. How every nerve in my body burned for him. How I had never truly lived until I had fallen into his euphoria.

His eyes flicked to my lips only once before his lips slammed into mine.

He grabbed the back of my neck, his other hand sliding around my hips as he backed me into the bed.

My knees buckled, but he held firm, laying me softly onto the bed, only to break our kiss and meet my eyes.

I crawled back slowly, our eyes remaining locked as hematched my moves, crawling over me until we were in the center of the bed. “Say it again,” he requested.

“I love you,” I said, sliding my hands up around his throat.

“Again.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” he purred and found my lips again, his tongue sliding against mine, his teeth capturing my bottom lip, pulling at it gently before releasing it. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he said, covering me in kisses.

His lips found my neck as my knees lifted, his cock teasing at my entrance with each subtle move.