Warning: Mature Content Ahead!
The taste of her, the mix of defiant salt and sweet submission, is a drug, and Grayson is a willing addict. He continues to suckle at her breast. His mouth is now a heated seal against her trembling skin, drawing out her whimpers of surrender. Her hands that were previously determined to hold him at bay, now clutch his shoulders in a desperate, clinging grip.
This is it. This is the moment they've been waiting for—the final, shattering break of her will.
As Grayson focuses on her breast, Morgan's hands slide over her hips, tracing the delicate arc of her waist before his fingers dip lower, to the heart-shaped swell of her ass where he circles his fingers around the tight opening.
"N-No, Morgan. Not there." She stutters, shuddering like she's currently having a hot bath and not being groped by two Alpha twins.
