Chapter 73 BENEATH HIS MERCY

Chapter 73 BENEATH HIS MERCY
CHAPTER 73

GRACE'S POV
BENEATH HIS MERCY
When he asked me that, honestly I didn't want to respond to him. I wanted to ignore him and probably, get away from him but looking at his handsome face. I was just speechless, I realised I've missed him so much. And to top it off he just saved me from Ryan.

“Yes,” I was able to get out. I wasn't crying or trembling, because I was able to defend myself.

“I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, Grace.” he said and wiped my eyes. “I was by the corner, and I heard the scuffle.

I was smiling at him but then, something snapped inside, something immoral, lusty and untamed.

“Thanks for rescuing me. And I'm so….” he stops me sharply.

“Let me take you home.” he says softly.

Jeremy drove me home, and i looked at the window with a smile on my face. We got to my house and it was pretty dark.

He guided me in as I unlocked the door. It felt like the moment was tense and very charged. Or my hormones were definitely playing a number on me.

“I'll offer you water….” he cut me off sharply.

“That's enough, Grace.” he says getting close to me. “Where's your first aid box?” I was lost for words, I just pointed him in the direction.

He came back shortly and I watched his muscular body. I bit my lips to control myself.

His hands were warm, as he cleaned and plastered my cuts and bruises.

“I should've been there for you,” Jeremy whispered, wiping the blood by the corner of my lip. “I shouldn't have left your side, Grace.”

This got me and made me emotional, I was getting out of control today. He hugged me suddenly, until my breathing calmed down.

“Jeremy, I feel dirty.” I said to him,

“That's enough and you're not,” he said fiercely. “You're mine completely.”

I looked at his face, just wondering what he meant by that. He might think I'm pushing him away, but I'm not the right one for him.

“You can't want me. You don't need someone like that.” I said weakly.

He lifted my chin to look at me. “I only want you, Grace.”

I managed to get out a weak smile, I reached out and touched his cheeks. “It's fine, I'm fine. You're here, that's all that matters.”

He cupped my face, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. “I'll always be here for you, Grace.”

There was a shift in the air, a spark of tension. Jeremy's eyes darkened, gaze focused on my lips. Before I knew he closed the space between us, he pressed his lips against mine in a searing kiss.

I gasped against his mouth, as my fingers curled in his shirt. Jeremy took advantage of this, and delved his tongue against mine. He tasted like bourbon and lust, as heat ignited on my belly.

He kissed me until we both became breathless, and I was trembling and aching for now. Then he lifted me easily carrying me to the couch. He laid me down slowly, following to cover me with his big body.

Jeremy kissed me sinfully, deep and with wanting grinding his hips into mine. I could feel his hardening length pressing against me through my cloth, and it made me throb more with need. I arched into him, eagerly begging for more.

He obliged, nipping and sucking my neck as his hand roamed my body. He tugged at me dress, impatiently yanking it over my head. My bra followed suit, and I was bare to his hungry eyes.

“Fuck, you're perfect,” he groaned, cupping my boobs and squeezing. He bent and caught a nipple in his mouth sucking hard. I cried out my back bowing off the couch. He left that nipple and moved over to it's twin, giving it the same attention like before.

I writhed beneath him, my head thrown back in ecstasy. I needed more, needed him inside me. As if he was reading my mind, his hands flying to his belt.

He undid his pants with a shaky fingers, freeing his straining cock. It sprang out, flushed and leaking with precum. I bit my lips at this sight, I reached out to wrap my hands around his thick length.

He groaned at my touch, his hips bucking forward. I stroked him slowly, enjoying the veiny feel of him in my palm. He felt so hot, and hard.

“Grace,” he tasked, his voice strained. “I need to be inside you now.”

I released his cock, and got out of my panties. I spread my legs for him, letting him see how wet I was for him. He groaned at this sight, shoving his pants down fully before settling between my legs.

He rubbed the head of his cock through my slick folds, coating himself in my juices. Then he pushed inside, inch by inch into my welcoming heat.

I bit my lips at the stretch, my walls clenching at his thick shaft. He got right inside me, his balls slapping against my ass. He paused for a moment, just letting me adjust before he started to move.

He fucked me slowly at first, withdrawing almost immediately before slamming back into me. The drag of his cock against my inner wall had me seeing stars. I wrapped my legs around him, heels digging into his ass.

“Harder,” I demanded breathlessly, my nails clawing his back. “Fuck me harder, Jeremy.”

He obliged with a growl, licking up the pace. The couch creaked beneath us as he pounded into me. I met him thrust for thrust, hips rolling to take him deeper.

Flesh slapped flesh lewdly, the room was filled with moans and grunts. I could feel my orgasm building up.

“Come with me, Grace.” Jeremy commanded, fingers found my clit and rubbed in fast circles. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

With a sharp cry, I obeyed as my walks clenched in his length. He followed soon after, spurting thick sperm inside me.

We both collapsed into each other, sweaty and spent. Jeremy pulled me into his arms, his lips found mine in a slow kiss.

“I love you,” he murmured against my mouth. “So very much.”

I smiled, tucking my head under his chin. “I love you too,” I said softly. “More than anything.”

He tightened his arms around me and I sank into his warmth. I felt safe and loved all at the same time for the first time in ages. I knew that no matter what happened, we'll face it together.

He kissed every bruise like he could erase them. Jeremy's phone buzzed with a notification, and he sat up to look at it.