Bella and Gray kissed each other as if there were no tomorrow, hungry, desperate, lost in the heat of the moment. Gray lifted Bella effortlessly into his arms, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. Her other hand traced the strong line of his jaw before sliding down to his broad shoulders, feeling the tension of his muscles beneath her touch.
Gray's hands were just as eager, one cradling the back of her head, fingers threading through her silken strands, while the other roamed down the curve of her spine, tracing slow, teasing circles along her lower back. The heat between them was electric, every touch sparking a new wave of desire.
Without breaking the kiss, Gray carried her to the sofa and sat down, settling her onto his lap. His hands grew bolder now, no longer content with soft caresses. His fingers trailed lower, skimming over the swell of her hips before gripping the plush curves of her backside. A soft gasp escaped Bella's lips as he kneaded her flesh, his fingers pressing into the supple softness, testing its give.
"Ah—!"
She broke the kiss, her breath hitching as his hands explored her. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink, her lips slightly parted as she gazed at him through hooded eyes.
"You weren't lying when you said you were interested in my curves," she murmured, her voice dripping with seduction.
A smirk played on Gray's lips as he watched her reaction. She could feel the hard ridge of his arousal pressing against her, but she didn't mention it—she knew what it meant, and the anticipation sent a thrill through her. Instead, she buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his skin as his hands continued their exploration.
Gray noticed her lack of resistance and grew even more daring. His gentle kneading turned firmer, his fingers spreading her apart before squeezing possessively. The soft, breathy moans spilling from Bella's lips only fueled him further.
"Mmm… Gray…"
Her body arched into his touch, her thighs trembling as warmth pooled between them. A slick wetness dampened Gray's pants where she sat, but neither acknowledged it—words weren't needed. The way her breath hitched, the way her fingers dug into his shoulders, told him everything.
The room filled with the sounds of their passion—Bella's soft whimpers, the rustle of fabric, the slick slide of skin against skin. Gray gripped her firmly, massaging her with slow, deliberate movements, pulling small, needy sounds from her throat.
"Ahh… Mmm… Hah…"
Her moans were music to his ears, raw and unfiltered. She wasn't holding back, and that only made him harder.
Unable to resist any longer, Gray pulled her away from his shoulder, capturing her lips again. This kiss was deeper, more demanding, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as if claiming her. Bella melted against him, her fingers tightening in his hair.
But then, suddenly, she broke away, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed with desire.
"Gray… I love you…" she whispered, her voice a sultry purr that sent a shudder down his spine.
Before he could react, she slid off his lap and stood, extending a hand toward him. Her delicate fingers beckoned, and Gray took her hand without hesitation, their fingers intertwining. With a sly smile, she led him to the bed, her hips swaying with every step.
Once they reached the edge, she turned, pressing her palms against his chest and pushing him down. He fell back with a soft thud, his breath catching as she climbed over him, straddling his hips. The heat of her body against his straining erection made him groan.
Bella's hands worked quickly, unbuttoning his shirt with deft fingers, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest—the defined abs, the taut muscles that flexed beneath her touch. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his in a teasing kiss before trailing lower—nipping at his earlobe, tracing the column of his neck, then swirling her tongue over one peaked nipple.
Gray hissed, his back arching off the bed. "Bella—"
She only smirked, continuing her descent. Her lips ghosted over his stomach, then lower, pausing at the waistband of his pants. Her fingers toyed with the button, but then—bold as ever—she leaned down and caught the fabric between her teeth, tugging it open with a flick of her head.
Gray chuckled, his voice rough with need. "You're playing with fire."
"I know," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin as she used her lips to drag his pants down, inch by torturous inch.
When she reached his underwear, she hesitated for only a second before repeating the motion, her teeth catching the elastic band. With one slow pull, she freed him—and her eyes widened.
"Oh… God…"
Thick, veined, and pulsing with need, his arousal sprang free, the heavy weight of it slapping against her cheek with a lewd thud.
Bella's breath hitched.
"T-This is… big."
Gray's grin was wolfish. "And all for you."