Chapter 7. Life in Captivity

BELLE

Grayson smiled and kissed my lips once more. He moved his hands under my butt and stood up, still holding me in his arms.

God he’s strong.

“You can put me down,” I said as he walked us toward the room we’d originally woken up in. “I can walk.”

He leaned down so his mouth was touching my ear. “I don’t care.”

Well then.

He entered the room and gently set me down in the middle of the bed. I frowned when he stopped touching me. He stood back and took off his sweatpants.

I watched his muscles ripple with his movement.

I swallowed. “What are you doing?”

He smirked. “I don’t want to get hot while we’re sleeping.”

He slowly made his way toward me while maintaining intense eye contact. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me onto my back. Then he crawled on top of me.

“You smell far too good,” he said, running his nose up and down my neck.

I couldn’t respond. I was too overwhelmed.

He left a quick kiss