I tugged on my restraints and he placed a hand over one of mine. “Don’t fight it, baby. You’ll hurt yourself,” he warned.

After I nodded my understanding he reached out to one of my bedside tables and grabbed a condom that he must have put there earlier. Once he had it on, he moved back down between my legs and buried his face in me again.

My back arched up off the bed slightly as his mouth and tongue worked me towards my release. His fingers expertly took me over the edge, and I finally – finally – let myself fall. I was helpless to stop it. He’d taken me to the edge so many times tonight and this time the orgasm shattered through me as my body jerked in its restraints and my pussy pulsed around his fingers. I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut as it took over.

“Fuck,” he rasped, and I blinked my eyes open. He reached out to run a finger down my cheek. “You are so fucking beautiful when you come, Sophia.”

A moan passed by my lips as he slid his hands under my back and peppered kisses all over my stomach, breasts and throat. And then he moved his mouth along my neck, his teeth sinking in and marking me.

Exquisite.

I wanted his teeth all over me in that moment because it felt so damn good.

My legs fought their restraints, needing to be wrapped around his body, and my frustration grew at not being able to touch or hold him.

When he finished marking my neck, he pulled his face away from mine, and asked, “You want your legs around me?”

“Yes.”

“And your hands on me?”

You’ve got no idea just how much. “Yes.”

He was silent for a beat. “And your mouth on me?”

Worst form of punishment ever. “Yes.”

He pressed a finger to my lips and then trailed it over my chin, down the centre of my neck, between my breasts, down my stomach and to my clit. “Not until I say so.”

His finger circled my clit, and I writhed with the intense sensation that caused – a beautiful mix of pleasure and pain. My clit was so sensitive that I bit my lip and held my breath waiting for the painful sensation to pass, knowing it would soon and that it would take me to another exquisite orgasm.

When he pushed his cock against my entrance, I wanted to scream out my annoyance at not being able to wrap my legs around him.

I wanted to hold him.

And take his cock inside me.

And fuck him.

I wanted my body pressed hard to his, skin to skin, soul to soul.

“I want you.” The words fell from my lips in a cry – a desperate cry of need.

His fingers kept circling…pushing inside…stroking…circling…pushing. “I want you, too,” he said next to my ear, and my body sparked with excitement.

He didn’t chastise me for not obeying, so I tested the boundaries. “Fuck me, Griff. I can’t wait any longer,” I begged.

He reared up onto his knees. “Fuck,” he rasped, his eyes wild with desire. Taking hold of my hips, he positioned his cock and ran it through my wetness. “Jesus, Sophia, I want to draw this out, but, fuck, I need to be inside you, baby.”

I couldn’t move like I wanted to, but I tried to push myself closer to him, to encourage him to give in. It seemed to tip him over the edge, and he gripped my hips firmer and thrust inside me.

Oh, God, this is what heaven feels like.

I closed my eyes and let the pleasure envelope me as he pulled out and thrust back in, over and over. His grunts as he chased his release turned me on more than I already was. Griff expressing his need for me was something I loved hearing.

As my orgasm moved closer, I opened my eyes to look at him. His hands were on the bed on either side of me, and his face was above mine. His eyes were focused on my face, and he dipped his mouth to mine when our gazes met.

He kissed me hard.

Possessive almost.

And my orgasm hit while he took ownership.

I moaned into his mouth, and he caught my lip with his teeth as he dragged his mouth from mine. And then he came with a roar. He thrust hard one last time and then stilled as his orgasm took over. His eyes closed and his body tensed, and – good God – my powerful man came like I’d never seen a man come before. It was like he truly felt his orgasm, experienced it fully in not only his body but also his mind. He let himself go there completely, wherever ‘there’ was.

When he finally opened his eyes, he stared at me through eyes I couldn’t read. We were silent for a few moments and then he pulled out of me, and moved to untie me. My arms were sore and my body was spent. Griff had exhausted me, body and soul, and sleep threatened to overtake me.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he promised before he left me.

My eyes fluttered closed, and while I tried to fight sleep, to stay awake for when he returned, I failed.

As I drifted off, I wondered what it was about Griff I couldn’t read after he came.

What was he thinking in that moment?

22

Griff

“Cheers!” King said as he raised his beer. “Here’s to brothers and family and motherfucking loyalty.” His eyes blazed with the level of crazy he was well known for. He’d arrived at the clubhouse this morning and had spent an hour grilling Keg about his involvement in stirring shit up between the Brisbane and Sydney clubs, and eventually dragged from Keg that he’d been responsible for it. Keg had also admitted he intended on dealing drugs regularly now that Marcus wasn’t around to do it, and that Marcus had spread lies about Scott.

King had dealt with Keg in the only way King knew how – he’d ensured Keg never took another breath to cause Storm further problems. The most useful part of all this was the fact every Storm member now knew of Marcus’s lies, and many had altered their view of Scott leading the club.