Craved (Book 2)

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Update: 01/12/21

WARNING: this chapter contains ( **** ) sexual content. ( **** )

Chapter Thirty-One

Zamaria

Zamaria laid there watching Greyson sleep peacefully with a small smile on his face. She felt comfortable just laying here with him close, but something wouldn't allow her to stay in such a peaceful state. She had to get away if not for her sanity for Greyson's as well. Ever since he had told her he loved her, she never heard those beautiful words again. She could see deep in his eyes how much her lack of response or mutual feelings were really weighing on him.

He hadn't wanted a response right then and there but she knew deep down he had hoped for something in the coming days. It's been a month, and still nothing. Zamaria wasn't sure how she truly felt about him. Yes, she loved him, but did it match up to his level of love?

He's been so patient with her trying to help in any way possible, but something was always missing. She still didn't feel safe in this town and maybe getting away is what she needs. To be alone with her thoughts without the distraction of this sinful god that lay next to her.

She needed to get back to what made her strong, what made her Red. Going back to Diggy stripped her of something she felt she desperately needed back, but she could never put her finger on what it was.

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Watching the rise and fall of his chest stirred a deep ache in the pit of her stomach. Despite their vigorous rounds just a few hours ago, she still craved him deep inside her. Needing to distract herself from her racing thoughts, Zamaria moved a bit closer and rubbed her hand up and down his chest going lower and lower until she was massaging his cock.

Greyson stirred slightly in his sleep, his smile slipping as his face bunched up as if he was trying to concentrate. She continued massaging feeling his cock grow with each stroke. Placing kisses all over his face, she felt him shift in the bed before capturing her lips with his in a searing kiss.

Voice thick with sleep and lust Greyson pulled away from the kiss letting out a heavy sigh feeling her hand speed up on his cock. "Red? What are y--"

She placed her free hand over his mouth to silence his questions. She didn't want words right now. Words would have her thinking, and that's what she didn't want.

"Shh," she whispered, throwing her leg over his waist so she was now straddling him. "No talking, just breathe and be in the moment." Sinking down onto his erection, they both released a soft moan. She sat with him pulsing inside her not moving a muscle.

She felt one of his hands on her waist as the other buried itself in her hair.

"Look at me." He whispered softly, trying to coax her to stare deep into his eyes.

When their eyes connected, she felt her heartstrings tug violently in her chest. She could see the love shining bright in his eyes, willing her soul to submit to its intensity.

"It's okay," Greyson whispered. It was like she had been waiting for permission to move. Needing permission to continue what her body so desperately needed at the moment.

Rocking her hips slowly against his, that familiar ache in the pit of her stomach started as a small hum. Zamaria ground her hips against his, feeling his cock massage the inner walls of her wet pussy. She wanted to tear her eyes away from him but he was holding her captive with the embers burning bright in them.

That low hum grew to a small flame, spreading throughout her body. The look in his eyes was becoming too much and soon she found release in her first orgasm. Zamaria kept a steady pace even as her body shook with the release.