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Super Psycho Love	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 9712 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5

I Know You Want It
Lucy walked along the edge of the river, her arms outstretched to keep her balance, feeling happy to be home with her rent soundly paid and a little money left over. Her birthday was coming up, so she planned to splurge on herself. She had just spent the afternoon gazing at dresses, purses, shoes, anything on display in the windows of Magnolia's boutiques. Her spirits were high, and she hummed a song she heard a street musician playing in the town.

Say that you want me every day,

That you want me every way,

That you need me...*
"Lucy!"
She froze mid-step, almost losing her balance, and looked up quickly to see the origin of the shout. Gray was a few steps ahead of her, waiting by her apartment with his arms folded over his chest and a gleam in his eyes nearly curtained by his lanky bangs.
"Gray!" she cried out in surprise. "What are you doing here?" Then she smirked a little. "I'm surprised you didn't just let yourself in like you normally do."
He stayed where he was, waiting for her with that piercing stare. Lucy hopped off the low river wall and walked up to him, letting her body sway a little with each step. She saw his eyes drop, watching her hips and thighs, and she smiled privately at just how ensnared she had him. If she could truly capture Gray's heart, this would definitely make Natsu jealous. More than anything, she wanted the Dragon Slayer to suffer for casting her aside so thoughtlessly.
"Lucy," Gray said softer, then he glanced beyond her, watching the street traffic. She waited, still smiling. If he was nervous about people overhearing him, then what he had to say must be truly good. As soon as Strawberry Street had a lull in pedestrians, he went on. "I was trying to keep things slow, I didn't want you to think I'm after you just for your body, because really, I'm not. You're much more than merely beautiful."
That made Lucy blush a little. "Much more, huh? I'm not just boobs and a body?"
"Any woman could have good looks," he stated. "You're not just another pretty face. I wanted you to realize that first but … but dammit, you're too tempting."
He said it in a sneer, as if angry with her, yet she saw his eyes roaming her body, remembering how she looked when her yukata fell off, recalling how her wet skin gleamed in the hot springs, and yearning to see that bare body again. Lucy shifted her hips just slightly, and she watched his eyes follow their movement.
"I can't trust myself," he admitted softly, "so I want you to take the relationship at whatever pace you want. Whatever you're ready for…" His eyes were starving and dangerous as they gazed straight into her face. "…I'm more than willing to give it to you."
Jackpot! She grinned, and with just a nod of her head, Lucy invited him inside.
She walked through the front entrance and went up the main staircase to her room in the quaint rental home. As she walked and Gray followed her, she thought about how she should go about with this seduction. Should she change into something provocative? No, that might be too much. Perhaps she could light a romantic fire, and they could sit on the couch together until the tenderness of the moment led to more than just firelight kisses. No, Gray hated the heat, and it was still daylight in summer, so no need for a fire.
She was still plotting out her actions when she unlocked her door and walked in, instantly dropping her purse to the side and unlacing her boots. Gray also slipped his shoes off, but his eyes were utterly focused on Lucy. When she shut the door behind them, Gray reached over, covering her hand and latching the lock quickly. Lucy looked up in surprise by the swift action only to find hungry eyes on her. For a brief instant, she felt like he had locked her in, trapping her like a caged animal. Her heart fluttered, instinctively sensing she should flee before getting captured. Then slowly, forcefully, she calmed herself.
She was going to capture him, after all! That was her plan all along.
"Do you want some tea?" she asked, keeping her voice level.
Gray's steel-blue eyes roamed over her face, caressing her with just a gaze. Then his hand went up and stroked her cheek softly. "The only thing I need to drink…" His hand slid down to her chin while his finger moved delicately over her lips, "…is what comes from here."
Slowly, he leaned over and kissed her. Lucy felt a little smug that he was showing his desires instantly with no need for seduction. Her work earlier during the mission and in the ryokan worked perfectly. Now it was just a matter of gaining control over him … and Lucy was good at that. Natsu, Laxus, Gajeel, Loke: all of them had turned to putty in her hands, overwhelmed by her body, becoming enslaved through the weakness of their own male lust.
"You're so beautiful," Gray whispered as his lips ghosted over her cheek and up to her ear. His other hand caressed her neck, drifting from ear to collar, giving Lucy an involuntary shiver. "I've always wanted you, Lucy," he breathed softly, making the tiny hairs on the back of her neck prickle. Lucy heard a shuddering exhale as Gray's lips brushed ever so lightly over her ear. "Is it bad that I get so jealous when I see you with other guys? It's rather psychotic, isn't it? To love you this much … to want you as my own," he rasped hotly as his lips tugged on her earlobe. "To want you every day, needing you so badly, it hurts! It really does pain me to see you with other men, Lucy. It's agonizing! What a psycho love!" he exclaimed with a tense laugh. "But … God, I want you."
His words shivered for a moment, and she heard his breath hitch as he tried to regain control. Lucy's mind went blank. Her previous boyfriends had whispered things into her ear, praising her body, declaring their lust. However, Gray's words felt more like a sinful confession, something unholy that he was laying bare before her. It was like being told the dirtiest secret, and that trust he was bestowing upon her, confessing his lecherous desires, made Lucy tremble a little.
As Gray held her closer, she felt that he was immensely aroused already. His hips rolled against her, letting her feel how she was affecting him.
"This is what you do to me," he accused.
That dark sin was now her fault. Knowing she was the cause of his downfall thrilled her, and she moaned softly. His fingers glided down her skin, over her blouse, and to the hem that came just above the edge of her skirt, showing a tantalizing strip of bare skin right at her belly button. His fingers slid over that exposed part, tickling and making her burn up inside.
Still, he had barely kissed her. His mouth hovered right in front of her face, his breath slowing and growing heavy as he stared at her porcelain skin.
"You're too damn tempting, Lucy," he blamed her just before crashing his lips onto hers.
Lucy took that moment of weakness to gain control over him. She grabbed his shoulders and pushed, forcing him backwards. She guided Gray as he latched onto her mouth, refusing to give up her plump lips.
At last, his knees hit the edge of the bed, and she collapsed on top of him, straddling him and sitting right on top of that lump stiffening in his pants. He hissed softly as the pressure of her pushing right on that area hurt and felt good at the same time. His hands slid under the blouse, stroking her back, slowly creeping the shirt up. He felt her mouth open, inviting him, and Gray let his tongue venture inside, savoring her taste and feeling that electric connection of two tongues meeting together, twirling like a couple of dancers.
The wintermint taste of his mouth overpowered Lucy's tongue, tingling it like frost blasting through an opened door and into a hot kitchen. His touches were mere snowflakes fluttering over her skin, tingling with their cold touch, yet moving away before she could truly feel them. Only the melting feeling lingered, her heat making those ghostly touches mere memories.
She wanted to demand more, to get this over with so she could go to the guild and gloat to Natsu, show him with utter certainty that she was happy without him … to hurt Natsu, as he had hurt her. That had been her original plan, but Gray was taking his time. Even his clothes were still on, and her shirt was only up to her ribs. He was obviously teasing her, yet she could not bring herself to tell him to stop.
He suddenly flipped her, and with the speed of his dexterous hands, her blouse was swept away in that single fluid move. Before her head could reach the pillow, his hand swept behind her back, a fast flick of fingers, and by the time her back hit the sheets, the bra was yanked away. He had totally undressed her from the waist up in less than two seconds.
"How do you do that?" she pouted.
Gray just smiled. "Talent."
Then his shirt also flew off, although she was used to seeing him do that. He hovered above her, his arm supporting his weight as he gazed down into her face. Gray looked surprisingly calm, satisfied, relaxed at the way this was turning into such a sensual moment. She frowned that he honestly looked pleased with himself and hoped he did not start acting cocky.
Then he leaned down, and the kisses started again. Lucy wrapped her arms around him, trying to pull him closer, urging him to take this to the next level. However, Gray resisted her tugging hands. He was not done tasting her skin. His lips traveled off her mouth, sucking and licking down her neck, making her shiver. Then he nipped on her collarbone, and Lucy yelped in surprise.
He teased her with kisses on the top side of her breasts, then moved below, where the heavy-duty bra left a pink mark from the underwire. He licked the underside, and Lucy gasped in shock at just how sensitive that area felt. Every other man had dived straight for her nipples, so she never realized the tenderness of the rest of her large breasts. Gray was awakening her body to completely new sensations.
Absentmindedly, her back arched, trying to force her nipples to reach his lips. Gray felt the movement and heard the soft whine that escaped Lucy's tight lips. With a smirk, he obliged her silent begging. Softly, with the flat of his tongue, he licked right over the tensed nipple, feeling that nub press against his taste buds.
Lucy had tried so hard to keep quiet so she could eventually regain dominance in this situation, but feeling Gray lick over her caused her to let out a wanton moan. Then his tongue sharpened, and the tightened tip lapped circles around her pink nipple, pressing into the buoyant flesh, making the entire pink area tense and wrinkle. Chilling his breath slightly, he blew over the moist, sensitive skin.
"Ahhh!" Lucy screamed, shocked at the iciness. She looked down in surprise, and the sly grin on Gray's face angered her for some reason.
He was toying with her! Just when she thought she could manipulate any man with her feminine wiles, it was Gray who had her as a puppet in his hands.
He did not leave her cold and yearning for long. His entire mouth dived down, sucking on the taut nipple. Lucy arched again, and without a conscious thought she put her hand behind his head to yank on him so he would suck more. His fingers held her breast, shaping it just like he shaped his ice, forming it so he could latch on easier. Then he raised his head a little, pulling the teat upward between his lips. Lucy squirmed at the intense sensation, clenching her sheets as if she had to hold on before he lifted all of her up by just his mouth.
Then Gray let go, making the breast jump back down and wiggle. A small, gasping exhale shook out of Lucy's lungs. Before she could scold him for pulling so hard, Gray descended again to the other breast, licking it voraciously, sucking on the sweet skin hard enough to leave a love bruise, and then he bit it softly.
"Ow!" she cried out.
He let go and looked up. "Stop?"
"No, more," she said instantly, only a second later realizing how desperate her voice sounded.
She scolded herself as Gray sucked the bitten breast. She did not want to lose control; she wanted to be the one playing and toying with him. She needed to somehow take control of this situation, get Gray on his back, pleasure him until he begged for more.
Not like this! She was the one crying for more, and that defeated her plans.
Since she dated lots of men and they all ended in failure, she did not want to show Gray just how simple it was to excite her. She did not want him to think she was "easy" or a slut. Her mind was determined to keep strong, to make him really work for it, but her body was dying for his touch and acting on its own. No matter how she pursed her lips together to keep from moaning, or fisted her hand to keep from grasping his skin and yanking him closer on top of her; still, her body moved, twitched, and writhed on the bed while rebellious whimpers escaped.
Then his mouth moved up and latched onto her collarbone again. He lightly bit the skin, then sucked up a bruise.
"Gray," she weakly warned. Leaving hickeys would definitely show to Natsu that she and Gray were intimate, but it would also embarrass her.
Despite her feeble protest, Gray moved up to her neck, nipping, sucking, while his hands drifted down and loosened her skirt. She felt the suction on her neck and moved her head to the side to give him access. She knew she would have tiny bruises all over her body now. He was marking her!
"Come on, Gray," she finally protested. "Stop it."
"Why should I?" he asked, his lips barely leaving her skin. "You were planning this all along, right? Marking one another, seducing each other. So tell me what you want now. What's next on your agenda?" he asked wryly.
Yes, she had calculated her seduction, yet Gray had completely overwhelmed her. Whatever she had planned paled in comparison to what he was doing. Begging for more was like surrendering to his touches, and she was not ready to do that.
Or at least, her brain wasn't. Her body, on the other hand, was shrieking for more. She bit her lips and little harder to hold back that scream.
His hands were like ice, yet when his mouth met her skin, that cold effect made his lips feel hotter, seemingly burning more than Natsu's kisses ever had. Cold, then heat. It was a technique Gray seemed to have perfected. She wondered if he had already dated many girls to practice this clime variant, or if this was simply a natural technique for an ice user.
He slid her skirt down along with the underwear. Slowly, he pulled them to her ankles, tossed them aside, then looked at her fully naked body from a vantage point between her feet. She bashfully covered her breasts when she saw him staring so intensely at her.
Slowly, like a snake slithering up to his prey, Gray slid between her legs, gently parting them as he drew nearer. His hands rubbed along her thighs and up to her womanhood, but they only touched the outer edges, torturously avoiding the smooth pinkness inside. The teasing made Lucy squirm. His hand did a sudden change in direction, back down toward her pussy, as if bypassing it had been a mere mistake. However, again they rubbed thighs, outer lips, everything but the inner parts. She wanted to feel him, aching painfully for some light touch, yet he denied it, rubbing his thumbs along the fuzzy lips but never drifting to where she was moist.
He kissed her calves, the inside of her knee—which earned him a jolt of ticklish shock—then lapped up her thighs. His lips again got to the inner edge of her thigh, right at the wiry hair line. Lucy's body twitched in anticipation, and he heard her breaths quicken. He gazed up with a sly smile, then skipped right over the aching part and began kissing her lower belly.
"Oh, come on," she shouted in frustration. "Please!"
"Please … what?" Gray teased more with a fiendish grin as his lips lowered again, kissing the thigh while avoiding that inner zone.
She whimpered and wiggled under him. His gentleness and slow, deliberate, tantalizing caresses made her lungs gasp and her head spin.
"I know you want it," he said in a jaunty tone, laying kisses up her inner thigh, tickling and teasing without satisfying. "Just say it."
Lucy squirmed under his touches like a wild animal trying to slip away from a trap. She had wanted to ensnare him, yet she felt herself being the one slowly and cautiously tamed. The wild side of Lucy fought that taming hand, but another side of her yearned for it to grasp her, please her, do everything she desired most. She squirmed to escape, and she squirmed to feel more.
Once again, his touch slid up her sexual lips, merely ghosted over her aching center, and skipped right over. She had enough! Even if she had to beg, she needed him now.
"How do you want me to say it?" she mumbled petulantly.
Gray chuckled slyly. "How do you want me to do it?"
She thought about that. Gajeel had called it mere fucking and treated the act just as roughly. Laxus surprised her by calling it making love and treating it a little too gently, as if she was a fragile doll that might break from his touch. Loke used some flowery term like worshiping upon the altar of Lucy. Sadly, he never once got on his knees and prayed to that altar. Heathen! Natsu had not really called it anything. "Hey Lucy, let's do it" was usually enough to call her to the bedroom.
There were many terms for the act, and each was unique.
So how did she want it with Gray?
"Make me shiver," she ordered lustily. "Make me come from your cold touch, then warm me up everywhere until I come again."
The hissing sneer on Gray's lips proved that hearing her say it that way truly affected him. For just a moment, she thought he might leap on her. Instead, he leaned over her face and kissed her in reward. "Crude, blunt, immensely sexy. I like it! Now that, I can do."
Finally, his hand rubbed right against her, slipping over all the moisture already built up. Her body jerked at finally feeling it, and a cry shuddered out of her lungs. His touch became more purposeful, tracing circles right over her tiny pink pearl, rubbing sensually until Lucy thrashed under him.
"You like that, don't you?" he goaded. "Does it feel good here? Is it sensitive? You're so wet already, I think you're about to come."
He was right! She was so built up from his earlier teasing that already she felt her mind blanking out. She grabbed his other arm, holding tight to him as her body rocked to his touch. Then Gray made things worse by leaning over and sucking her breast. It shot like a hot spike from her nipple down to her core. Lucy shrieked with wanton abandonment as her walls constricted on him.
"Oh God," she panted as she cursed that he made her come so easily. Women were not supposed to be this easy to arouse!
He gave her not even a minute to catch her breath before two fingers slid into her, and his thumb kept on rubbing her outside. He watched her thrashing, listened to her moans, and steeled himself to hold back a little longer. All Gray wanted was to mount her, thrust into her, drive himself into a blur of ecstasy, but first he had to conquer her. He did not want to be just another boy toy. He wanted to utterly possess her!
"Gray," she whimpered meekly, finally moaning his name.
Never before had a man touched her in such a manner, not as if she was fragile doll like Laxus had done, not rough and domineering like Gajeel, and not wildly craving like Natsu. Gray's touches evoked something else. They had a completely different feel to them, conveying his emotions. It made her crave more until she felt like she might weep. They were touches that showed he honestly, wholeheartedly, and passionately loved her. It stole away Lucy's breath to feel so much conveyed through touch alone. Words were unnecessary.
Slowly, as another surge crashed upon her, Lucy felt her shy self emerge, that blushing girl she thought had been destroyed the day her virginity was sundered by a wild Dragon Slayer who probably did not fully understand what he had taken. No man had yet been able to turn her into this shy character, this frightened little girl, like she was a virgin once more. The feeling of helplessness terrified her, and the defenselessness as she succumbed to his touches thrilled her.
Lucy hid her face as she surrendered to Gray, losing her control completely, becoming a slave to his whims and desperate for more. She muted her mouth as she shrieked at the intensity of a second surge, and her entire body jolted at the sensation. Something he did, how he was touching her both inside and outside, made her spray fluid all over his hand. She cried out in shock and horror that she had actually done something like that. Gray looked down at the moist mess, honestly impressed; however, Lucy felt deeply ashamed as she slowly sank on a cloud of ecstasy.
"I never had a girl squirt before," he admitted, slowly removing his fingers and licking up the strongly feminine tasting fluid. "You must have really loved that."
"Shut up," she mumbled tiredly, thoroughly exhausted, far weaker than normal orgasms left her. "Oh God, I don't think I've ever done that before. How embarrassing!"
"But it's sexy." She was barely moving, and for a moment Gray felt concerned. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked tenderly, stroking back her sweaty hair.
She laughed at that. Okay? She was far beyond okay.
"Sorry if you need to rest, but I really can't hold back anymore, not after seeing you do that." Gray climbed on top of her body and gazed down into her blushing face. "I love you, Lucy," he whispered honestly, smiling in a way that told her he simply could not help but tell her something so saccharine.
She didn't mind. She realized that she had totally and utterly surrendered to him.
She felt his tip press against her and prepared herself to be entered. However, just as she thought he was about to pierce into her, she thought maybe he had slipped. His shaft ran up her slit, sliding right over her nub and making her grit her teeth at the soft, hot pleasure stroking over that immensely sensitive button. Then he pulled back, pressing a little more against her opening, enough for the nerve endings to feel it, before his flaring head pulled back again and stroked along the length of her sex.
"Oh, come on!" she whined impatiently. "I thought you said you couldn't hold back."
A low chuckle rumbled out of Gray's chest. "Just prepping myself. You're really moist after squirting. I'd hate for all that juice to go to waste."
He slid slowly back up, then hovered over her, gazing down at the flush spread over her entire body and the way her hips rolled up to meet him. She was definitely no stranger to sex, and that thought passed his mind briefly as he saw how she spread her thighs a little more for him. Still … she had not known sex with Gray Fullbuster yet! He simply had to defeat all the other guys in a private battle, fighting memories of them, beating out any comparisons, utterly dominating her desires.
He had to smile as he thought about defeating Natsu in the bedroom.
"All right," he said to warn her, although she looked more than ready for him now, desperate for it, pleading with her twitching body and heated moans.
Slowly, savoring every inch of the journey, he pressed into her. There was a slight hesitance at the entrance as he pushed through firm muscles, then at about halfway in he felt a bit of friction as he reached an area of his shaft that had not gotten moist enough. He stopped there before the friction hurt them both, and he pulled back a little.
Lucy whimpered as she felt him retreat before he had fully filled her, but she had also felt the uncomfortable friction. The next thrust was more deliberate, going a little faster and deeper, yet she sensed he was not quite done. With a bit more natural lubricant on him, he pulled back once more, and the third thrust utterly filled her until she felt his balls pressed up against her perineum. Despite herself, it made her scream to be filled so fully.
She could hardly help but do a comparison. Natsu was almost as long, maybe a fraction shorter. Laxus was thicker but painfully so; sex with him had left her spread wide, loose, and sore. Gajeel had piercings that had done amazing things to the inside of her body. However, Gray had the advantage of length, and she wondered if maybe that was why he kept removing his pants all the time. He also had a curve to his cock that let him stroke right over her sweet spot. It fit as if a god had sculpted him to slide perfectly into her.
"Are you okay?" he whispered as he watched the tenseness in her brow.
She nodded quickly, too afraid that if she tried to speak, only a squawking sound would come out.
He spoke little, keeping quiet to listen to her. The squishy sounds of the thrusting, the slap of skin when he thrust in quickly, and her gasping moans at each movement, made it hard for him not to lose control instantly.
The feel of him moving within her so slowly, with such calculated angles at each thrust, was blissful torture. Lucy inhaled in a deep hiss between clenched teeth as Gray slid every inch of himself inside, rubbing right over the spongy inner area that caused stars to burst in her vision, all the way until she felt pressure in the very back wall of her cavity. Suddenly, he held there, pressing against that wall that no other man had managed to hit. She peeked her eyes open and saw that he was resting to regain control of himself. It made her momentarily smug that he was already about to lose control. Then, just as slow and torturous, Gray pulled back. She could finally breathe, yet air was unnecessary. All her body craved was his next thrust.
"Gray, please," she whispered in a whining tone.
Those blue eyes squinted as he smiled down at the way she quivered under him. "What do you want, Lucy?" he taunted seductively, yet thrust in again a little faster and kissed her lips fully before allowing her to answer.
She did not want to beg. She had planned to toy with him, yet here she was being the toy to his desires. It irked her … and enthralled her. Another slow thrust, taking a full ten seconds to slide all the way in, shattered her stubborn pride.
"More," she begged.
Gray chuckled softly. "How much more can I possibly give you? I'm in as deep as I can go." To show her, he thrust in hard, pressing as deeply as possible and holding it there with pained pressure right against her uterus.
"Faster," she amended, panting hard from the force pushing within her.
He increased the speed, setting up a rhythm rather than purely teasing her. "Better?"
She groaned sensually in reply.
"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckled. He balanced himself on one hand, using the other to play with her breast while sucking one nipple. Lucy's whole body shuddered, and her mind began to lose a sense of reality. "Do you like it like this?"
"Yes," she moaned as the trusts filled her. Her breasts bounced from his movements, while his fingers and lips held the nipples in place.
He bit her breast lightly, just enough to scrape teeth over her, and felt her clench inside at that. "Wow, you have quite a powerful grip down there! Don't tell me you do exercises just to strengthen those muscles, too."
"Shut up," she shrieked, totally out of control now.
He grinned at her blushing face. "Say you want me," he panted heavily.
She did not want to say anything. Why was he still toying with her at a time like this, when he had already conquered her? How had this situation completely reversed on her? Yet his touches made her shiver, and his teasing caused her body to crave more.
"Please, Gray!"
"Say it!" he demanded harshly.
She peeked an eye open and saw his sweaty face above her. He was close; she could tell by the tightness in his jaws. She gave in, completely surrendering to the love he was showing her.
"I want you more than anything, Gray."
He smiled in approval and satisfaction. "How do you want this to end?"
She was confused at first until she realized that they had not put on a condom, nor did she have any of her own. She doubted Gray had one since he had not put it on earlier. "I'm on a pill. It's okay," she assured him.
He gave a nod just before his face began to tense up. His thrusts sped up, and she watched as his face sneered, trying to hold back, slowly losing the battle.
"Lucy!" he cried out.
"Almost there," she warned.
Gray tensed all of his stomach muscles to hold back just a little longer. His trusts aimed right for her inner spot, and his hand went down to also rub her clit, bringing out every weapon he had that might overwhelm her one last time.
Lucy felt her hips tighten, her thighs tense up, her toes curl, and the muscles in her lower stomach began to constrict and shiver. She was already exhausted, yet Gray had her so worked up, she could hardly help but be overwhelmed by him. She grabbed him, clawing his shoulders, pulling him tight to her as she clenched hard and shrieked. That was all Gray could handle.
"Oh God, Lucy!" he hissed as he came hard.
She felt deep throbs pulse within her, and stickiness leaked out over her thighs, mixing with the moisture she had squirted earlier. She kept clutching, shivering, her body involuntarily clenching on Gray's cock as her breaths came in ragged gasps. His breathing was slow and heavy, matching hers. He felt so sensitive, he was almost too scared to move. Then Gray rose onto his arms and gazed down at Lucy. His black hair hung in his face, obscuring his weary eyes, yet she saw the tired smile.
"You're mine now," he told her sternly.
She froze, thinking that was an oddly possessive thing to say right after making love, but she no longer cared. She felt utterly weary; all she wanted was to wash the sweat away and sleep in Gray's arms.
As they both walked to the shower to clean up, she realized belatedly that she had done almost nothing special for Gray. She had hoped to ensnare him, and instead she was the one now captive.
He was right. She was his now, wholly and completely.

End of Chapter 5

A/N: The lyrics from Simon Curtis' "Super Psycho Love" align with the AMV.
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