Free Fate (The Edge of Forever) by D.C. Gambel Page A

deep breath, moving faster than human eyes could perceive, I quickly undid his pants, easing them down over his hips. Grayson took a tentative step back. For a moment I thought I might have frightened him with my speed, but he gave me a small half grin before carefully removing his pants the rest of the way.
    I leaned back on my elbows and let my eyes slowly drink him in. He was phenomenal in every way just standing there, his desire straining against the fabric of his boxers. He held his hand out to me. With a shaky inhalation, my gaze locked on Grayson’s smoky gray eyes and I gently placed my hand in his. The moment our skin touched I felt an electric current pass up my arm raising the hair in its path. Grayson pulled me until I was flush with his body. His mouth crushed against mine with a bruising intensity. Erotic pleasure coursed through me as I felt his hands glide down, gently exploring, and worshipping my body. Head tilted back and eyes closed, I tried to absorb the pleasure. Without delay, Grayson took the opportunity to rain soft kisses down my neck. His lips moved down my shoulder as he walked around to stand behind me. 
    I could feel the heat of his body against my back. He softly kissed my shoulder blade, moving to trail his lips down my spine. I felt his fingers trail up my spine, meeting his lips in the middle. My body went rigid when I felt the clasp of my bra give way. My breathing increased more, matching the pounding in my chest, as my bra slid further off my body. Grayson placed his hand softly on my hip. “Nervous?” he whispered softly nuzzling against my neck. I licked my lips. They felt so dry. I hesitantly nodded.
    Grayson’s hand pressed against my hip, urging me to turn to face him. My body was trembling but I turned anyways. I placed my hands against his chest to steady myself, worried my knees would give out on me any moment. I wasn’t used to being vulnerable. I was a predator. I was strong, but in this moment I felt entirely human. I kept waiting for his eyes to drop to take in my body, but Grayson, still being the perfect gentleman, kept his gaze from wavering from my face. His knuckles traced down my jaw. He opened his mouth to say something, but I placed a single finger over his lips, silencing him. I didn’t want him to tell me that we could wait again. I had never wanted a person more. In fact, I had never wanted another person ever and I doubt I ever would. 
    His eyes finally dropped, taking me in. He smiled crookedly at me before placing a chaste kiss on my mouth. I let my fingers flow down his body until I came to his boxers. My hands were shaking. Grayson placed his on top of mine, steadying them. Together we pushed them down his body. I took a few steps back, sitting down on the bed. My eyes took him in in all his glory. I had never really found the male form beautiful, but Grayson was. He was what the Renaissance artists were looking for when they carved their nude sculptures. My breathing became more ragged when my eyes took in his length. Nerves fluttered through me. He was very well-endowed. Seeing my reaction, he spoke, “I promise your body will adjust to mine.” If I hadn’t been so nervous, I’m sure I would have giggled at his playful tone.
    He closed the distance between us. Kneeling before me, Grayson kissed me soft, but deeply, first on my lips, then my neck. He moved to my collarbone, then over my heart. He paused, cautiously, like he might startle me, he placed a longer, deeper kiss on each of my breasts. My head fell back, and I moaned with pleasure. Resuming his speed, Grayson proceeded down my stomach, over my belly button. His fingers grasped my panties. My body responded on its own accord, lifting and allowing Grayson to pull them effortlessly down my legs. 
    “Lay back,” he whispered. There was a hunger to his voice, stronger than I had ever heard from him before.  
    I scooted back on the bed before lying down. Grayson grasped my thighs, yanking me