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  Adrenaline rushed through Corvo's body, and coupled with the heat coming from Grace, he started to feel horny as hell. He tried to dismiss the thoughts, focusing on getting Grace home and locked up in her room where she couldn't get into any more trouble. But he kept finding himself glancing down at her ample cleavage and at the long slit up the side of her leg that exposed the peachy, flawless flesh of her thigh. And judging by the way she held on tight to his body, he could sense that she felt the same way.

  So, it was no wonder that as soon as they stepped into the quiet expanse of the apartment, Corvo couldn't help but grab Grace by the waist, spin her around, and stare hard into her beautiful blue eyes before planting a deep kiss on her full, sensual lips.

  CHAPTER 4

  At first, Grace was shocked by the feeling of Corvo's lips on hers. It took only a few moments, however, for her to fall into his kiss, her arms dropping to her sides as her body loosened in his grip. Her heart had been pounding ever since the fight, and she felt as though she was high on some kind of drug that made her feel more aroused than she'd ever been in her life. She couldn't understand it – all she wanted to do was fuck.

  So, as Corvo kissed her deeply, she was more than happy to see that he was on the same page.

  Grace reached up and wrapped her slim, bare arms around the wide span of his brawny shoulders, holding onto him tight as he kissed her harder and harder.

  "Wait," she said, pulling away for a moment and feeling like she should put up some kind of resistance. "What if…we shouldn't…but…"

  She couldn't even begin to formulate the first few sentences of a fake excuse. Judging by the sexy smirk that formed on Corvo's lips, she knew he could tell that her words meant nothing – it was her body that he ought to be listening to.

  He pulled her close again, continuing to kiss her forcefully as he led her to the nearest couch.

  "What if…what if someone sees us?" she asked, her eyes wide.

  "Don't give a fuck about that," said Corvo. "The only thing I give a fuck about right now is burying my face your pussy."

  Grace was stunned; she'd never had a man talk to her like that before. And even more surprising – she loved it. A thrill of arousal ran up her spine as Corvo shoved her back onto the couch, her body sinking into the soft, expensive fabric of the cushions. Outside the living room window, the city sparkled with brilliant white lights. A small smile formed on Grace's lips as she prepared for what was next.

  Corvo stood over her like a looming statue of a Greek god. Grace felt herself grow wetter and wetter by the second as her eyes danced all over his magnificent frame, lingering for an especially long time on his bulging arms under his fitted tuxedo. With a grunt, he reached down, grabbed the top of Grace's dress and pulled it off her in a swift motion. Grace gasped as the cool air of the apartment hit her body; she lay there now in nothing but a pair of skimpy black lace panties and the matching bra, her breasts on the verge of bursting out.

  "You need to get out of that tux, right now," said Grace, pointing toward him with a limp finger, the arousal building inside her by the moment.

  "Patience, little lady," he said, a teasing smirk on his lips.

  With that, he lunged forward and kissed her hard once again. This time, however, his lips moved down her body after a moment, kissing further and further down. He kissed along her jaw, then down her neck, then over her collarbone. With each new area he reached, a fresh wave of tingles spread over her body, starting at her pussy and expanding outward. He kissed her cleavage, pulling down her bra just enough to lash his tongue over the hard, pink nipples of one breast, then the other.

  "Oh my God," moaned Grace, the feeling almost too much for her to bear.

  After he'd had his fun with her breasts, he moved down more and more, kissing along the flat, smooth surface of her stomach and spending a few moments on the notches of her hip bones before slipping his hands under the waistband of her panties and pulling them down over her slim, curvy legs. Grace reached down, placing her palms on the bristly texture of Corvo's shaved head, guiding him closer and closer to where she wanted him.

  "I want to you lick my pussy," she moaned, the words seeming like they came from somewhere other than her own mouth.

  He flashed another one of those sexy grins that Grace felt she was becoming more and more addicted to by the second. Then he went to work. Kissing her more, he teased her just a bit around her sex, kissing and licking the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs before moving onto her lips and spreading them open. Fully exposed to Corvo now, Grace waited in breathless anticipation for what was next.

  The first touch of Corvo's tongue against her clit was so intense that Grace felt as though she might shatter into a thousand pieces right then and there. He held her pussy open with the fingers of one hand as he ate her, his tongue moving slowly but greedily over sex. Corvo placed the broad, flat part of his tongue on her clitoris and dragged it slowly, again and again, the ecstasy hitting Grace with the force of a train. She moaned, locking her legs on Corvo and holding him in place, making sure he didn't move one inch from where she wanted him.

  "That feels so fucking good," moaned Grace. "Don't stop eating me. Please, please."

  Her voice was breathy and passionate. By the time Corvo slipped a pair of fingers into her, moving in and out of Grace's arousal-slicked sex, she felt as though she were on the brink of exploding. Grace realized she was being pleasured by a master, and by the time her first orgasm rushed over her like a thick wave[LR1], she was ready for another one.

  But not before returning the favor.

  Once Grace recovered from the orgasm, she sat up, her eyes now level with Corvo's crotch – right where she wanted to be. A sultry smirk forming on her full lips, she reached forward and placed her hands on the rock-hard bulge of his cock through the coal-black trousers. After some quick work, she had the front of the pants undone and pulled down a few inches, just enough to see the thick outline of Corvo's cock straining against the fabric of his gray boxer-briefs.

  A split-second later, she yanked the briefs down with a quick motion, his cock springing out weightily in front of her. Grace's eyes went wide as she laid her gaze on the thick, long prick, her mouth slacked open just a bit.

  "You alright down there?" Corvo asked, his voice gruff.

  "Yeah," said Grace, wrapping her slim fingers around the substantial girth. "Just a little more than I was expecting. But I think I can make it work."

  Without saying another word, Grace opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around Corvo's thick cock. She only took the head in at first, allowing herself a moment to become accustomed to just how big he was. His head felt warm and heavy in her mouth, and Grace looked up into Corvo's forest-green eyes as she dragged her tongue slowly around the contours of the end of his prick, letting him enjoy the feeling of her teasing. Then, forming her lips into a tight seal, she moved her mouth further and further down the length of his cock, taking more and more of him into her mouth.

  Resting her hands on his solid, flat stomach, she eased her jaw and brought into her the remaining several inches of him. Once he was fully in her mouth, she held fast for a moment, moving her tongue along his solid, warm column. Then she reversed the process, moving back along his cock until she'd returned her mouth to his head where she caressed it, once again, with her tongue.

  Corvo let out a gruff grunt as Grace sucked him, slipping his hand into her blonde hair and holding her in place as she bobbed up and down on the end of his prick. Grace kept at it in this fashion for several minutes, alternating between focusing all of her attention on his head before heading deep, deep down and taking his entire length down her throat. After a time, Grace felt the salty tang of his precum on her palate, and she knew it was time for what she'd wanted since they'd stepped into the apartment. She let his cock slide out of her mouth and gazed up at him expectantly.

  Corvo quickly removed his jacket and shirt before stepping out of his pants and shoes, and soon stood over her in
his full nude glory, his body ripped, each muscle toned and tight. Tattoos covered his chest, shoulders, and arms, along with a patchwork of scars gained that Grace guessed he'd obtained through fights like the one they'd been through tonight. Everything about his body, from the tattoos to the muscles to his towering height seemed designed to perfect, masculine specifications.

  "I need that body on me right now," said Grace, reaching up toward Corvo.

  "You have no idea how badly I've been wanting to fuck you," said Corvo, coming in close to her. "I've been feeling like a fucking animal."

  Grace was turned on immeasurably by this comment. The idea of a man like Corvo having to keep himself in check around her, doing everything he could to prevent himself from losing control and ravaging her at any moment made her somehow even wetter than she'd already been. Corvo climbed on top of her, moving between Grace's flawless legs and positioning his cock just over her sex. Grace wrapped her legs around him and pulled Corvo close, his cock now teasing her lips.

  "I need it now," moaned Grace. "Fuck me. Please fuck me, please."

  Corvo didn't make her wait any longer for what she wanted. Taking his cock by the base, he slowly drove it into her. Grace's eyes went wide as soon as he entered her. She'd wondered if it were possible for her to take all Corvo's massive prick into her, and as he penetrated her inch by inch, her pussy struggled to accommodate all his immense size.

  However, she made do. Soon, he was buried to the hilt in her. Grace bit down hard on her lower lip, the feeling of fullness almost more than she could bear. Then, positioning himself on his arms, the muscles growing thick and tight with the weight of his body, Corvo began moving in and out of her. Grace moaned as he entered her over and over again, impaling her with his long, thick cock, driving into her at a steady, sensual pace.

  Grace moved her hands along the lines of his body, savoring the feeling of his warm flesh against hers. The feeling of him inside of her was beyond compare – the pleasure was beyond anything that she'd ever experienced, and she knew it wouldn't be long before she came, and came hard.

  Corvo's body lowered against Grace's and he began bucking his hips hard, now jackhammering into her at a pace that she knew would soon bring her into a seizing of pleasure. He lifted up just enough so that he could look deeply into Grace's eyes. And as she looked into his, she saw that his eyes were no longer that same grass-green that she'd known. They were now a smoldering red, the same ruby color that they were when he shifted into his dragon form. Grace understood implicitly that this meant his inner beast was taking control, that the lust he felt for her had brought him to the verge of shifting right then and there.

  And Grace felt the same way. The wolf within raged and howled, the pleasure blurring the line in her mind between human and beast. She knew she wouldn't be able to contain herself much longer. When the orgasm finally took hold, pounding every bit of her body with white-hot pleasure, it was almost a relief. Grace wrapped her legs tightly around Corvo, bringing him close and holding him there, his cock thrusting into her over and over as the orgasm did its work on her. Then, with a grunt, Corvo came, Grace feeling the explosion of his cock deep within her – an extra sensual delight on top of what she was already in the midst of enjoying.

  Soon, the orgasm passed, and Corvo collapsed into a spent heap on his side. Both of them breathed in heavily for a time, catching their breath after the vigorous lovemaking.

  Grace placed her hand on Corvo's thick shoulder, watching his chest expand and contract. His eyes faded back to their normal green, and he leaned in for another slow, passionate kiss.

  And as Grace lay there, she couldn't help but wonder just what the hell she'd gotten herself into.

  ***

  "Where'd you guys take off to last night?" asked Cassius the next morning over breakfast.

  "Um, I wasn't feeling well," said Grace. "I had Corvo escort me home."

  "Ah," said Cassius, his eyes flicking to Corvo, who stood leaning against the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee in one hand and some documents in the other. "I expect that everything went uneventfully?"

  "Nothing to report," said Corvo.

  Grace felt a sense of relief at this. She knew that Corvo was taking a risk in not saying anything to her father about the incident with the bears last night.

  "What did you say to Marlon last night?" asked Sophia, who sat on the opposite side of the kitchen table. "I saw that you two were chatting last night on the balcony. And when he came back in he seemed a little beside himself."

  "Don't know what to tell you," said Grace. "Sounds like a personal thing."

  "Well, we spoke with his parents and decided that the best thing for you both would be to spend a little quality time together."

  "What?" asked Grace, her fork falling from her hand and onto her plate in a clatter. "What do you mean?"

  "Well, it's no secret that we're all hoping you two end up with one another," said Sophia.

  "What a perfect match that would be," said Cassius. "It's almost too good to be true."

  Grace clenched her jaw and shot a look toward Crovo, but he didn't glance up from his paper. She realized that he was doing the smart thing and pretending he didn't care one way or another what happened with Grace and her love life. For all she knew, really, he didn't. She considered the possibility that last night was nothing more than an adrenaline-fueled liaison.

  She tossed the thought from her mind, choosing to focus on more pressing matters.

  "So, we made a reservation for you both at Claude's for this Saturday," said Cassius. "Hottest restaurant in town; not an easy place to swing a table."

  "I feel like you're setting up a playdate for me or something," said Grace, shaking her head. "This is all just too much."

  "Well, we're not going to quit until you recognize Marlon for the charming man he is," said Sophia with a smile, as though this were all a lighthearted game and not Grace's future they were discussing.

  Grace thought about Marlon's petulant manner last night, how spoiled and bratty he was, how entitled he felt to her. She couldn't help but notice how sharp of a contrast it was with Corvo's calm masculinity.

  "I don't want to go out with Marlon," said Grace, feeling a streak of insolence run through her. "I want to pick the man I marry, not have you two force him on me."

  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Crovo's eyebrows flick up, his gaze still fixed on the paper. Part of Grace wished that Corvo would say something, but she knew this was a foolish idea - he knew better than to get involved in her family's business, and just because they'd slept together last night didn't mean that he even cared about what went on with her.

  "I'm not going to hear another word about it," said Cassius. "You're going out with Marlon this weekend, and you're going to go out with him for as long as it takes for you to realize that he's perfect for you."

  "It's so confusing," said Sophia, shaking her head sadly. "Everyone else sees what a great match this is; you're the only one who's being stubborn."

  Grace pushed her plate away and stood up.

  "I think I've lost my appetite."

  Without another word, Grace stomped out of the kitchen and onto the apartment balcony. Looking out onto the city, she listened to the sound of the wind mix with the din of traffic from the streets below. She felt trapped. And what was even worse, what happened with Corvo last night was the first time in as long as she could remember when she felt free. It was silly and ill-advised, sure, but it was the first decision she'd been able to make that was hers and hers alone.

  Not to mention just how great the sex was.

  Grace heard the balcony door open behind her. Turning in place, she saw that it was Corvo.

  "Hey," she said, her voice low. "What're you doing out here?"

  "Told your parents that I'd head out here to make sure you didn't make a jump," he said, a small smirk on his face making it clear he was joking.

  "This is all so stupid," she said. "I can't believe they're going to force
me to get married like that."

  Corvo's body tensed, and it was clear he didn't consider getting involved like this to be part of what he was being paid for.

  "It's a different world you rich folk live in," he said. "Glad I'm not a part of it."

  "I bet you can get involved with whoever you want," said Grace, crossing her arms underneath her breasts. “And you don't have any parents breathing down your neck about it."

  Corvo snorted.

  "Can't imagine it," he said. "But at least they're looking out for what's best for you. I've just got my merc crew and that's it."

  "You mean you've never been married or anything like that?"

  Corvo opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself. After a moment of thought, he opened his mouth once again.

  "I was, a long time ago."

  His tone made it clear he didn't want to delve too deep into the matter, and Grace let it drop.

  "Listen," he said. "I just wanted to make it clear that, ah, as nice as last night was, it can't happen again."

  Grace's stomach dropped. She knew he was right, but it still hurt to hear.

  "Your parents find out what happened and I'm out of a damn job, no question about that. And I'm sure it'd go over like a damn lead balloon for you."

  Grace nodded.

  "Yeah, you're right," she said sadly.

  "Still," said Corvo. "That doesn't mean last night wasn't hot as shit."

  A sly little smile formed on Grace's lips. She flashed back instantly to the sight of Corvo on top of her, and the feeling of him entering her over and over again, finally exploding deep inside of her. Shaking her head, she brought herself back to reality.

  "You're right about that," she said.

  Part of her wanted to close the blinds to the balcony, pull out that prick of Corvo's and have him bend her over right then and there.

  "We should get back inside, though. I told your parents I'd calm you down."