Chapter 4 Pleasure Of Pain

• 1. Pleasure of Pain
• BELLE
• There was something about Grayson that made me lose all control of myself whenever he touched me. I mean, he’d nearly just killed a man, and there I was making out with him in a bathroom.
• He pulled my lower lip into his mouth and sucked. I moaned loudly.
• “Grayson,” I whimpered.
• He groaned. “Keep saying my name like that, baby.”
• He brought my earlobe into his mouth and bit down softly, then moved his lips down to my neck to suck, leaving several hickeys behind.
• He ground his hips against mine, hitting me in just the right spot, and I gasped, my head falling back against the mirror behind me.
• I saw stars—real stars.
• “Grayson!” I yelled.
• How could he make me feel so good without even taking off a single article of clothing? This man had to be some sort of sex god.
• There were people pounding on the door, probably worried about me being alone with the psychotic man who had nearly killed someone…
• But we were both too wrapped up in our euphoric feelings to pay attention to anything else.
• His lips found the spot on my neck he’d been kissing earlier, and my body had a literal convulsion as he sucked on it and licked it.
• I ground my core into his hips as if I were some animal in heat—
• Until blinding-hot pain shot through my system as his teeth suddenly plunged into my neck.
• I screamed and tried to shove him away from me, but his arms only held me tighter to his torso. Right as I thought I would pass out from the pain, it turned into something else.
• Warm pleasure ran through me, and I let out a sigh of relief and then a moan.
• Wow, this is the best thing I’ve felt in my entire life.
• I was overcome by the sudden need to be closer to Grayson and to never let him leave me, even though his teeth were still lodged in my neck.
• I ran my hands up his chest, to his shoulders, and then around his neck.
• I pulled his chest into mine and wrapped my legs around his hips. My forehead rested on his shoulder.
• Grayson slowly retracted his teeth from my neck, licking the wound he had just made, and ran his hand up and down my back.
• I shuddered. His touch was feeling ten times better than before.
• Is that even possible?
• I leaned back to look at him. His eyes weren’t black anymore.
• “You bit me,” I said. My eyelids were drooping, all the energy starting to leave my body.
• Grayson nodded. His expression looked pained.
• “Yes, I’m sorry. I had to.”
• I nodded my head as if I understood, but really, I had no fucking clue what was going on. I felt drunk.
• “That’s okay,” I slurred out, patting his cheek lightly. “Just don’t do it again, okay?”
• He smiled. “Okay.”
• I smiled back. I touched his face with both of my hands, squishing his cheeks together.
• “Wow, you’re pretty. Like really pretty…” He laughed. The sound made me happy.
• “Thank you. I’m glad you think so,” he said.
• I giggled. “I’m glad you’re glad I think so because I really think so.” I smiled at him.
• My head dropped onto his neck.
• I decided I wanted to keep kissing him. I pressed my lips to his neck, trying to move them the same way that he had against mine.
• He groaned deeply.
• “No. No, stop, baby girl. No more kissing today.” He moved me away from him.
• I pouted. “Why not?”
• He smiled and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, then ran his thumb over my cheekbone. “Trust me, there will be plenty of kissing later. You need sleep.”
• I yawned at the thought. Sleep. Sleep sounded good. Not as good as kissing, but close. I nodded and leaned my head against his shoulder again.
• “Okay,” I said, nuzzling into his neck. “We can kiss when I wake up?” He laughed again. “We can kiss as much as you want when you wake up.” The thought made me happy, and I sighed. Okay, then.
• He tightened his arms around me and rubbed his nose right where he’d just bit me.
• I shivered.
• Huh. That felt good.
• “Go to sleep, Belle. I’ve got you.”
• My vision began to fade, a random jumble of images flashing through my mind.
• Grayson’s monstrous strength.
• His irresistible touch.
• The feeling of his teeth sinking into my neck.
• His beautiful eyes that sometimes turned into a pure black, bottomless pit.
• I could only think of one thing as sleep overcame me.
• What have I gotten myself into?