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"After I saw you with her...I left," I sighed deeply, resting my cheek on his chest as I continued. "I just ran after that I guess. Didn't really know where."

I sighed, taking a shuddering breath. Instinctively, his arms tightened around me. Making me feel safe. He rested his cheek against the top of my head, pulling me closer so my legs were resting on top of his. He was almost cradling me.

I sighed softly again, relaxing into his warmth, "There were some...men. They followed me," His grip on me became tighter. I wasn't sure if I should go on. But, I knew it was too late not to anyway. "One of them just pinned me down. They didn't tell me what they wanted or who they were," I left their lewd comments out of the equation. "They had guns. They took my phone. I somehow... escaped."

He was quiet. Scarily quiet. I could hear his heartbeat against me ear. I tilted my face up at him, tentatively, "Gray?"

His face was expressionless. He gazed down at me, caressing my face. I was shocked to see the anger in the emerald of his irises. His jaw was clenched. He looked frighteningly furious. I whispered again, "Gray?"

"That's...why you were calling me."

He sounded pained. Spiritless. Like he had suddenly lost all happiness.

"I..." I took a shuddering breath, "you...you were at the hospital." I clutched his shirt hard, I didn't want him to feel guilty.

"Xavier...shit. This is my fault," He spoke, his voice shaking with suppressed anger as he gently touched the bruise through my clothes. I shook my head fervently. His hand reached my arm and stroked it tenderly, "My fucking fault."

"I...I tried to roll out from under him and scraped myself," I kissed his jaw. My heart broke when his voice did, "Gray...you couldn't have reached on time anyway."

He grit his teeth, his eyes haunted, "Anything else?" I shook my head as he continued, "Do you have any idea who they could be?"

I shook my head again.

"Let's fix you up," he rose to his feet. I felt a twinge of disappointment as his warmth slipped away from me. I gazed at him as he walked toward the cupboard and opened it. He took out a plastic container and walked over to me. "I'm going to bandage your arm up to cover the injury and-" he touched the bruise on my chest tenderly as I struggled not to wince, "I'll apply an ice pack here. Okay?"

I nodded. Over the next several minutes he worked diligently on my arm. He left the room for a few minutes and I felt anxious. I couldn't understand where my obsessive need was stemming from. He returned after a while and gently placed the ice pack on my chest. He sighed softly, "I can't keep it here for long. You'll catch a cold."

I nodded and held his hand which was pressing the ice pack. He gave me a soft smile before his hands moved away. He reached for my trousers and removed them. He crouched on the floor, taking my feet and studying my legs studiously. I felt my cheeks heating up when his hands touched my feet, gently massaging them. "Does it hurt?" He asked softly.

"This...is what you did the first time we met." I whispered, my heart hammering at the memory.

He smiled gently, "You were rather feisty back then," He placed my feet down and lifted the other one up, smirking softly, "Thank god that has changed."

I laughed at the memory. I could picture Grayson, immaculate as ever as he arrived with Harold to rebuke me. I had been smitten with him. Although, I hadn't realized when my feelings had evolved into a love so absolutely damning.

"I tried to seduce you," I said.

He grinned up at me, his eyes twinkling mischievously. I watched as he opened his mouth slightly, his eyes half shut, his chest moving fast as he moaned. "Ah...ah...ah..."

I started laughing, my body hurting at the strain. But I didn't care. He rose to his feet, laughing along with me, "You did exactly that."

I chuckled and lay on my back, putting the ice pack on the bedside table. He lay down beside me, his arms encircling my waist. He kissed my temple. "To be honest...it did kind of work."

I laughed, looking at him. "No fucking way."

He gazed at me, his eyes tender. "I did find you amazing even back then Xavier," He nuzzled my nose with his, "I...used to be really scared when you went on your missions."

I lifted my fingers to his mouth, gently touching his lips. "I know. You were always there whenever I returned. You always...took care of me."

I gazed into his eyes, my heart aching. It felt so perfect. To just be with him. To just feel his warmth. To be so close.

"I saw you naked once before."

My eyes almost popped out of my head as I stared at him. "What? When?"

He chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling. "When you returned from your third assignment. The one with the peddling."

I blinked, my mouth agape. "I don't-"

"You got really drunk," He said, "and threw up all over yourself. I cleaned you."

My face burnt. I remembered the assignment clearly. I had been ecstatic by its completion. That night, I had gotten absolutely hammered from my accomplishment. I remembered calling Gray during my state of stupour. My memories ended there and resumed at the hospital where I woke up safe and sound. In different clothes. I always thought it was one of the nurses who had changed my clothes.

"Ugh...I wish that was sexier." I couldn't believe the first time he had ever seen me naked, I had been covered in my own vomit.

"Once I managed to get you to shower, it kind of was," He propped himself to his elbow and hovered over me, "It was kind of hard for me to be a gentleman."

I felt my face heating up, "Yeah?" I framed his face with my hand and pulled him on top of me, biting my lower lip, "What sort of un-gentlemanly things did you have in mind?"

"Hmm," He grinned playfully and leaned in to kiss my cheek. His mouth trailed to my ear as he nibbled at it, making me shiver slightly and setting my body alight. "I imagined how easy it would be...to just...have my way with you."

My breath hitched at his words. His hands knotted in my hair, pulling hard till I hissed softly at his fingernails raking my scalp. He grazed his teeth along my ear as he whispered hoarsely, "How you would taste. How it would feel..." He bit my lip, I felt my stomach knotting in explosive desire. He lowered his voice as he finished, "-to be inside you."

"Fuck...Gray..." I gasped breathlessly, reaching for him, "Fuck me now."

He raised an eyebrow, "You're injured."

"Shut up and fuck me."

He smirked, biting my lower lip and pulling at it as he whispered hoarsely, "I was going to anyway."

His hands reached my underwear and pulled them down, tugging them off me. His mouth captured mine again, his tongue exploring it hungrily. I knotted my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as his hands traveled lower down my body and squeezed my thigh. He stroked my straining arousal slowly, caressing it gently.

He straddled me, gazing down at me, his irises blazing fire. I reached for the button of his jeans and removed it as he removed his t-shirt. His mouth traveled down my body. His tongue tracing gentle, soft circles on my skin as I quivered with anticipation. He planted gentle kisses on my chest, on the bruise. On my bandaged arms. As if trying to fix me.

I moaned softly when his mouth reached between my legs. I pulled at his hair as his tongue pleasured me eagerly. His lips clasping around my throbbing member. Each cell of my body was on fire. He gazed up at me, the eye contact sending electricity coursing through me. He sucked eagerly. Caressing. Sucking. Licking. Kissing.

"Gray..." I sighed softly, whispering his name as he sped up. I could feel the very back of his throat on my tip. The hot, soft, wet feeling sending me over the edge. I felt the familiar knot of pleasure building in my chest as he sucked harder. His hands grasping my thighs, keeping them wide apart so he had complete access to me.

His mouth trailed back to me. He parted my legs and settled between them. I reached for the drawer and took out the familiar bottle, handing it to him. He applied it on him. I gazed at his front-page worthy body. His taut, hard muscles, the V of his abdomen trailing along a thin line of hair that disappeared between his legs, "You're so fucking sexy, Gray," I breathed, biting my lip hard, "You're the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen."

"You spoil me with compliments, Easton." He whispered, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

My heart jumped to my throat when I saw how bad he needed me.

"Like what you see baby?" He smirked, his irises glittering. He raked a hand through his hair and hovered over me. He leaned over me and bit my upper lip, pulling it gently as he growled softly, "All for you."

He hooked my legs around his waist, stroking his rock hard, throbbing member against me. "Say my name." He whispered hoarsely before entering me.

I clutched the bedsheets hard as I screamed out his name. The familiar, beautiful pain ripping through me. Each part of my body bursting into flames.

"Fuck! Gray!"

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, biting hard as he thrust slowly inside me. His hips grinding, gyrating against me. My hands reached for his back, digging into his skin as I held on.

"You're so fucking tight baby..." His hands gripped my waist hard, bruising me as he grinded harder. Deeper.

I let out another scream, reveling in the pleasure. I was drunk on how hard, hot, needy he was for me. I felt overwhelmed. Complete. Right.

"Fuck yes..." He moaned, "You feel so damn good..."

I bit my lip, whimpering softly as he ravaged me. Grinding. Gyrating. Thrusting. His deep, slow movement alternated with fast shallow ones that left me squirming, screaming, yearning for more.

I gripped his hair hard, pulling it as I whispered desperately against his mouth, "Don't stop...don't...don't fucking stop!"

"Couldn't if I wanted to."

He growled and bit my ear. I whimpered again when he withdrew his throbbing member from inside me. His hands reached the back of my head, his fingers knotting into my hair and pulling it backwards as he sucked on my neck.

"Gray..." I began, ready to beg him to not stop.

I let out another strangled, vicious cry when he entered me with one, strong stroke. He grunted, "Don't-"

I gasped as he withdrew again, thrusting inside me with same pleasure and vigour as I let out another yell, my hands digging into the mattress, "Ever-"

He repeated his intoxicating movements. "Make. Me. Jealous. Again."

He continued his rough, wild thrusting, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. I was squirming. He grunted, moaning softly with each word. My back arched, my body burning in tongues of flames entangled with passion. Fiery lust engulfed me. Pleasure rippling through my entire body like electricity.

"Gray...Gray...Gray...." I was moaning his name desperately. Like a prayer. Like a plea. "Fuck me...fuck...yes!"

He made wild, wild love to me. I was astonished at his feral passion. I never thought he could be so rough and wondered if it was his anger and jealousy that was making him so. He kept pushing me to the edge again and again. Ravaging me till I was begging for release. The world around me burnt and withered away in catatonic fire.

"Fuck Gray...fuck...fuck...I wanna come..."

He bit into my neck hard as I screamed out in the pleasurable pain.

"Yeah? You wanna come for me?" He grunted, burying deep inside me.

I nodded, biting my lip hard as he leaned over me. "Yes daddy..." I whispered breathlessly, holding him close.

He growled softly, "That's so fucking hot baby," he gripped my hair, pulling it hard as his mouth traveled to my ear, whispering. "Only I'm allowed to see you like this. Only I'm allowed to touch you like this. Only I'm allowed to make you come. Do you understand?"

I bit my lip, my heart thundering in my chest. "Yes...only you daddy."

"You better remember that Xavier..." He whispered, biting my earlobe as a surge of electricity traveled through me, "Fucking remember that."

His hands reached between my legs, stroking hard. The dual onslaught of his throbbing member inside me and his hand made me lose my senses as I gave in to the catatonic explosion of pleasure. I was buried under the fire of ecstasy. He was my only anchor to the earthly world. I quivered, squirming. Shaking. Screaming. Gasping as I unraveled in destructive pleasure. The world around me dissolved to nothing, I was rooted in place by Gray. He came seconds after I did. I shut my eyes at the still alien feeling of him coming inside me. It was addictive. Intoxicating. I wanted more.

We were panting, breathless till we were done. He lay down beside me, wasted. He pulled me close to him, letting me rest my head on his chest. For a moment, suspended on the edge of paradise, I forgot about everything else. I loved the slight throbbing soreness in my body every time he claimed me as his. I loved the feeling of his hands holding me, gripping me hard. I loved the feeling of his hot mouth exploring my body till I was screaming with need. I loved that he was the reason of the dull, throbbing, intoxicating pain in my body. Perhaps, I was more a masochist than I initially realized.

But it was alright. I'd let him do any fucking thing to me.

"Did I...make you jealous?" I whispered softly.

He sighed, pulling me close, "I love you Xavier. It still kills me to think you were with the woman who ruined my life."

I bit my lip, burying my face in his chest, "I'm sorry..."

He stroked my back lovingly, "I know Xavier. It's okay. I fell in love with all of you," My heart wrenched painfully, "-and...I promise to love each part of you. I just need you to know that it fucking kills me to see you with someone else," My heart rampaged in my chest as he placed his hand on my cheek and turned my face to him, "I want you to be mine Xavier," he kissed the tip of my nose tenderly, "Exclusively mine. I don't want to compromise when it comes to you. Not to you."

I could hear the masked pain behind his voice. The agony of loss. Betrayal. Watching his entire life uprooted. I wanted to comfort him. I needed him to know how much I loved him. That my heart, my soul, my entire being was his.

I snuggled against his chest, breathing in his heavenly scent, "I am Gray. All yours. I promise."

He kissed the top of my head. We lay silently, entangled, still burning in the aftermath of our shared orgasm. I sighed softly in satisfaction, tracing a horizontal eight on his chest, as if hoping that would be us.

Infinite.