Her hips buck against the bed in eager anticipation as Grey's words send a surge of desire coursing through her veins. "Yes," she gasps, arching further into his touch. "Please." She feels the familiar ache beginning to return, an ache that only he can soothe with his touch.

Her body arches off the bed as Grey thrusts deep inside her, his skin sliding against hers in a rhythm that's both familiar and exhilarating. She cries out his name, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being claimed by him once more. With each powerful stroke, he drives them closer to the edge together, their bodies moving as one toward release.

Her nails scrape against his back, leaving trails of pleasure-pain behind as she urges him onward, deeper still.