Surrogate for the Alpha Prince in a Coma novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Lillian’s POV

Grayson’s passion was like the rising tide. Slow growing but inescapable, as his tongue slipped past my already opened lips. I reached up, clinging onto his bare shoulders as he licked alongside my own tongue, drinking deeply from my mouth.

His palms went flat on my back, with one tracing a line up my spine, making me shiver, and the other slipped lower, cupping my backside. I gasped as he gave a light squeeze.

“Grayson,” I whispered, unsure what I wanted, what I was asking for. We’d done things in the past, but I was still embarrassed by the things he did to my body, by my own wants and desires. With him, I felt myself coming alive, my lust electrified by the bond between us.

He kissed his way to my ear.

“I know you want to stay a virgin,” he whispered there, then licked a wet strip up my earlobe. “I won’t take that from you. But I will give you pleasure. You only need to say the word.”

I knew he was good for it, having already experienced some of the pleasure he had promised. My mind was already made up, my body yearning. All I had to do was say the words, but they were increasingly difficult to utter when my brain was filled with images of his mouth and his tongue. Of my back on the mattress, my legs spread wide, with face in the space between them.

He dropped his mouth to my neck, where he started to suck mark after mark down the column of my throat.

“Say the words, Lily.”

I swallowed hard. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please,” I said again, more insistent, unable to say more.

He hummed. Just when I thought he might take pity on me, he asked, “Mouth or fingers?”

Heat flooded to my face. Grayson chuckled lightly.

“Both?” he asked.

Goddess, I wasn’t going to survive this man. Everything about him set me on fire, even that sexy, masculine laugh.

But he also stilled, infuriatingly. He lifted his head to look me in the eyes. His were hooded, his lips red from having made the love bites on my skin. For a long moment, he just stared at me, and I knew, without question, that he wouldn’t continue until I gave him an answer.

Words were difficult when lust was clawing so hard at my throat. But if I wanted this to continue – and I very much did so – then I needed to find the way to speak.

“… Both,” I said, so wanton and desperate, I barely recognized my own voice. But it was enough for Grayson to act, as his mouth crashed back onto mine. Our tongues tangled. He gripped my new nightgown with both hands.

A flash of fear struck through me. I had just gotten this sexy and comfortable nightgown, I really didn’t want to lose it already. If he took the time to talk, Grayson probably would have said he could buy me a thousand more. But he didn’t.

Nor did he rip the fabric as I initially feared.

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Chapter 132

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Instead, his grip eased. He collected the nightgown up and up into a bunch at the small of my back and then lifted it up and over my head. When it was free of me, leaving my body entirely exposed, he tossed the garment gently to the side. It would be wrinkled but fully intact. Something about that, about the way he could read my tension and took steps to accommodate me warmed me. Such a small moment, such a silly thing, but if he treated that nightgown so gently, maybe he would do the same for my heart.

I was so enamored, that it took me a moment to fully comprehend my nakedness. It wasn’t until Grayson leaned back and peered down at my body that I realized I was there without a stitch of clothing on, not even panties. His gaze lingered on my breasts, then down to between my legs, and up to my breasts again.

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