Filed To Story: Kidnapped by My Mate Novel (Belle & Grayson)
“Okay,” I murmured, choosing not to argue with him since I was already half asleep. I would make it up to him later.
“I love you, Belle.” He pulled me closer to him, not an inch of space between us.
“Sleep.”
And I did.
BELLE
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was how warm and content I was. The second thing I noticed was that someone was touching me.
Grayson dragged his fingers up and down my spine, then over my waist and along my hips, and anywhere else he could get his hands on.
I sighed and burrowed deeper into him, seeking more of his warmth and the feeling of his sparky skin against mine.
He purred for me, and the vibrations of his chest against mine started to lull me back to sleep. But then he began to pull away from me.
My brow furrowed, and I tried to grab him and pull him back to me, but he was too strong.
He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Shh…,” he whispered against my hair. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I rolled onto my back and watched him sit up and look down at my body which was only covered by a thin sheet. The rest of the blankets were still on the floor from last night.
He licked his lips as his eyes darkened considerably, and his purring increased.
“What are you doing?” I asked, stretching my arms over my head.
He didn’t respond. His eyes tracked my movements, and a deep growl left his mouth.
“Come back to sleep, Grayson.” I yawned. “It’s too early.”
Again, he said nothing. When I glanced up at him, I noticed his gaze was now centered on my chest, where I realized the sheet had fallen so low while I had been stretching that my nipples were almost visible.
I snorted. He was so ridiculous. “I’m going back to sleep. You keep doing whatever this”—I gestured to him—“is.”
I drifted off almost the moment my eyes closed.
My sleep didn’t last long. No, Grayson had other plans that had nothing to do with me dozing off. I was awoken a few minutes later by someone touching my toes. I looked down.
Grayson was kissing my feet. He had also removed the sheet away from my body so that I was completely naked.
I gasped. “Grayson! I’m naked!” I tried to grab the sheet again, only to find that it was on the floor on the other side of the room.
My eyes narrowed on Grayson, who still seemed consumed with studying each and every one of my toes like some sort of crazy person.
I tried covering myself up with my hands, but it didn’t do much.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen my body before—I really shouldn’t be feeling embarrassed; it just still felt odd to be completely naked around someone other than myself.
Especially when that someone had told me on multiple occasions how disappointing my body was when he was taken over by a vampire.
I fidgeted, feeling uncomfortable. I tried to sit up, but he put one of his massive hands on my bare stomach, so I was forced to lie back down.
“Stay,” he commanded in his deep, husky voice.
I huffed and looked up at the ceiling. “What are you doing?” I asked as he moved back down my body and kissed the arch of my foot, holding it in his hand.
“Is this your way of telling me you have a foot fetish?” I joked. I tried kicking my foot out of his grasp.
He just tightened his hold, giving me a look that reminded me of how a parent might scold their child.
I scolded him right back, but that quickly turned into a giggle when he ran his nose over the top of my foot. “That tickles.”
The corners of his lips turned up. “I could have a fetish for these feet. I could have a fetish for any part of you.”
I could feel my chest and cheeks reddening. “Okay, but you don’t, right?” I laughed nervously.
I wasn’t one to kink-shame, but something about mouths anywhere near grimy feet
—especially mine, which were covered in blisters and calluses—made me feel just a tiny bit ill.
Grayson just grinned and then slowly leaned down and kissed the top of my big toe without breaking eye contact.
I made a face. “Would you stop putting your mouth on my feet? That’s so gross!” I tried yanking my foot out of his grasp once again. He only tightened his grip.
At my request, he chuckled and moved his lips higher, gripping my ankle and kissing the small protruding bone on the side.
“Okay, seriously,” I said, squirming at the sparky feeling his lips left on my skin.
“What are you doing? You’re acting really weird. This is really weird.”
He kissed up the side of my calf, rubbing his nose over my skin and inhaling deeply.
“I want to memorize each and every inch of you. I want a road map of your body in my head.”
His hands gripped my leg tighter. “I want to know where every mole, freckle, and scar is. I want to know your body and its reactions better than I know my own.”
His tongue slipped out and ran over the side of my leg, making me extremely grateful I had taken a shower last night.
Grayson growled yet again, and the sound instantly made my entire body heat up with need.
He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring, and his dark-red eyes shot up to meet mine, telling me he could smell my arousal, his whole body stiffening.
He grinned in victory but thankfully didn’t say anything about it and moved on to my other leg, running his hands up and down my calf before putting his lips on it and kissing up to my knee.
I continued to squirm. “This might be a little too strange for me,” I murmured, even though I secretly didn’t want him to stop.
“I spent months not knowing where you were or if you were safe.” He continued to leave kisses in between his words.
“I would drive myself crazy trying to remember you and imagine each part of your perfect body—your smile, your hair, the shape of your hands… And when I couldn’t, I would go ballistic.
“I will never forgive myself for not having studied you before, gotten to know you so I could imagine you with more clarity after you ran away, and all I had left of you were memories.
“I will never again go without knowing every little inch of you. Now, lay back and let me memorize you.”
His purring increased, and my body immediately relaxed, melting deep into the bed.
Grayson growled in approval and then continued to lick, nip, kiss, and touch every inch of my body just as he said he would.
After a while, my embarrassment over my nudity disappeared and was replaced with warmth and relaxation. Everything that had to do with Grayson’s touch just felt right—natural.
When he seemed to officially have finished with my legs and was getting to the part of me where I needed him the most, it was fair to say I was totally and completely on fire.
“Grayson,” I begged. “Please.”
He continued to take his time, acting as though I hadn’t said anything at all. He licked across my hip bones, his massive hands gripping my legs tightly as he maneuvered his body between them.
And then his mouth was finally on me. He licked up my slit first, lapping up the evidence of my arousal that I had learned he enjoyed the taste of so much last night.
I whimpered and gripped his hair. When my hips shot up, he calmly pressed them back down.
My orgasm came fast and intense the moment he sucked my clit into his mouth. I practically shot off the bed, and stars took over my vision.
Grayson pressed a finger inside of me, feeling me pulse around him as he slurped up all of my wetness.
Once again, I was shocked when he didn’t stop, continuing his ministrations as if he couldn’t get enough, even as I writhed against him, extra sensitive.
By the time he was done, he had added two more fingers and made me come a total of three times, leaving me breathless and languid on the bed.
Only then did he move on casually, as if he had been thinking, hmm, I’ll just stop here for a few minutes, give her a couple of orgasms, and then continue on my way.
“Oh, my god,” I whispered when he had finished running his hands and lips around my stomach and ribs and made his way up to my breasts.
His fingers skated beneath them first, then moved up, kneading them gently in his hands, tweaking the nipples. “Grayson…”
He leaned down and ran his tongue over one of the pointed tips, swirling his tongue around it in the same way he had done to my clit only moments before, taking his sweet time, then moving on to the other one.
I arched my back into him, pressing my breasts further into his mouth. He encouraged the action by wrapping an arm under the curve of my back, bringing me even closer to him.
He continued this for a while, spending almost as much time on my breasts as on the spot between my legs, where a hollow, empty feeling was quickly becoming very prominent.
It shocked me with its intensity, and I suddenly ground my hips against Grayson’s without thinking, gasping when I felt his hard length pressing up against me in exactly the right place.
I wasn’t sure where this fierce need had come from—especially since I had just finished coming three times.
But something about how he was sucking and kneading my breasts, the air in the room, hot and damp with our panting breath, and the smell of his hair and overall scent so close to my nose that was turning me desperate.
“Grayson,” I whimpered, sounding more than a little breathless. I needed him inside of me. Now.
When he didn’t even so much as acknowledge my pleas, still completely captivated by my breasts, I took hold of his head with both hands and forcefully tilted it up, so he looked at me.
And then I completely forgot what I was going to say as he flattened his tongue and ran it up my breast and over my nipple without breaking eye contact for a single second.
He was putting on the most intimate, erotic show I had ever witnessed.
I continued to grind against him, chasing after that desperate need to be filled by his cock.
I hoped he would understand what I wanted from him without having to say it because I had somehow lost all ability to form real thoughts.
He groaned when I gave a particularly hard thrust against his hips. “Shh, baby girl,”
he murmured, grabbing hold of my hips and stilling them. “You’re distracting me from sucking on my tits.”
I gasped. “Your tits?!” I screeched incredulously, trying to sit up.
He pushed me back down. “Yes, my tits.” He tweaked my nipple between his pointer finger and thumb, drawing a whine from my mouth. “These tits are mine.”
Then his hand traveled up and ran over my lips before he put his lips against mine, kissing me roughly. “These lips are mine,” he murmured against my mouth.
Then his other hand was abruptly cupping my pussy, thrusting his middle finger into me. “And this tight little virgin pussy is definitely mine. ~All~ of you is mine.”
I bit my lip once his finger started to thrust in and out of me. I didn’t have it in me to argue with him. Not at this moment, at least.