Page 84 of Lessons In Grey
His thumb caressed my cheekbone. “No, it isn’t.”
I wasn’t sure if I fully believed it yet, but I could feel the seeds being planted. Feel it in my tired and weary soul. “Why was she on your desk again?” I dared.
“She was begging me to show her what I showed the other girls,” he answered without hesitation.
My stomach dropped and I quickly ran my tongue over my suddenly dry lips. “Oh,” was all I managed to say.
“Oh, Emily,” he said on a breath. “There were never any other girls. You ruined me after ten minutes of being in your presence.You’ve ruined me for the rest of my life.”
My breath caught. I swallowed, my heart racing, my mind spinning.
“But I accepted it,” he went on. “I accepted it like a desperate man falling to his knees and accepting God.Fuck,” he snarled. “You’ve ruined me, and I want to ruin you.”
I felt heat pooling in the pit of my stomach, my lips parted, my body suddenly desperate for friction. For his euphoria.
“Do you want to know what I see when I look at you?” he asked, his voice nothing but a mumble of sinister proportion. A threat veiled in deep desire.
I swallowed, my mind whirling, my thoughts slowing. “What?”
“I see divine beauty wrapped in hauntings of a past that still plagues your mind. I see a mind barely explored, one I want to drown in. I see bloodied roses and forgotten haikus. Cracked bowls filled with liquid starless skies. Every second I spend with you, Emily, every second gets me more addicted to the drug that is your presence.
“I used to spend my days teaching people how to work in my world, and I spent my nights finding and killing those who betrayed Malachi, settling scores, never realizing that every road I walked down, every plane I rode, every person I taught or killed, they were all leading me here, to you. To the essence of a dark Christmas.
“You can believe you are hard to love, hard to understand, all you want, and I will spend the rest of my days proving to you how untrue that really is. Emily, you are unspoken lines of tragic poetry wrapped in vines of thorns budding with roses, but I’ve wrapped my hands around blades before, I’ve bled for far lesser things. Let me bleed for you.”
I released a breath, unable to look away from his lips. I could already feel his cock twitching against me, hardening. All I wanted was for him to kiss me. Take advantage of me. Show me that all his words were true. That these last few weeks weren’tjust games.
“I see the way you look at me, Emily,” he mumbled, leaning in so slowly, I hadn’t even noticed until his nose brushed mine. “You see so much ofme. Fuck, it makes me want to fuckingfly. I’m so goddamn addicted to you, and I haven’t even truly tasted you yet.”
I couldn’t breathe. I was trapped somewhere between Grey Navarro and another universe. All I could taste were collapsing galaxies and nebulas made of fire. Maybe that’s what I was. Maybe I was destruction and chaos. Exploding stars and mountains of molten glass on distant planets long since gone and yet to be born.
“Oh, Snowflake,” he mumbled, whispering that name across my parted lips. “I’m going to teach you how tofeelagain,” he said in a half-growl. “If only so you need my touch as desperately as I need yours.”
His lips crashed into mine, warm and soft, fierce and hungry. Fuck, he was exactly as he described. A drug addict looking for his next fix with the belief that it was somewhere inside of me.
I grabbed onto his shirt as his tongue slid across my lips, mine parting. I needed him. I needed all of him. I needed every ounce of him to fill me up, drown out everything that wasme.
His tongue slid across mine, dancing to music I had never tasted before. He was trying to consume every piece of me, running his tongue across my teeth, my lips, tasting me in every way he could.
My mind spun with electric currents as I grabbed his tie, pulling him closer, a moan falling from my lips and into his. I needed him closer. I hopped up onto the edge of the table, Grey immediately filling the space between my legs, his cock rock solid against his pants.
Fuck. I grinded against him, needing any kind of friction, justanythingto fill that void.
Grey slid his hand back into my hair, tightening his grip beforepulling my head back and meeting my eyes.
We were both panting, his eyes black with lust, his lips swollen. “My fucking euphoria,” he purred before slamming his lips back against mine.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling myself against him, grinding myself against him again.
His hand found my thigh, the other releasing my hair only to slide up my sweater and palm my breast, pulling out another groan from deep within me.
I ripped my lips away from his, my head spinning from lack of oxygen, and his lips found my neck, biting hard only to soothe it with his tongue a moment later. Fuck, I needed more. I wanted more.
I leaned back, unbuttoning his shirt, his hands finding the hem of my sweater, discarding it just as I finished with the buttons. Fuck, I was glad I had opted out of a bra. I wanted him so desperately, things felt sloppy and chaotic, but wasn’t that what this was? What our souls were? A wandering demon and a lost ghost crashing together in the night of euphoric chaos.
I wouldneveradmit this to anyone, but as soon as my eyes fell to his chest, drool pooled in my mouth. Tattoos covered him, black and gray, some red, painting the smooth scape that was his hardened chest, but there was one tattoo that drew my eyes the most.
A raven, wings spread, beady eyes staring directly into my soul from where it had been etched into his abdomen. I ran my fingers over it, his body shuddering in response, pulling my eyes back to his. Just like his ring. “Lay back,” he instructed and brushed his lips against mine again.