"Grayson—" The name came out of Neville's mouth as something between a plea and a warning.
"Hmm?" The vibration against his sensitive neck made Neville's toes curl.
"I can't—you need to—"
Slow down, he wanted to say.
Speed up, he desperately held back to say.
The contradictions tangled in his throat, emerging as nothing more than a broken whimper.
Grayson's lips trailed downward from Neville's collarbone, unhurried, deliberate, leaving behind warmth that bloomed into red and purple marks. Each press of his mouth lingered just long enough to make Neville aware of it before moving on.
Neville sucked in a sharp breath.
"—Ah!—" It slipped out before he could stop himself.
"Did you like that?" Grayson murmured, his voice low and close, vibrating against Neville's skin.
Neville swallowed hard. "I— I didn't—"
The sentence died instantly as Grayson's teeth grazed his left nipple
It was a warning and a tease.
