Grayson POV
Hours pass in silence, the room filled with nothing but the soft scratching of her pencil and the quiet tension between us. But as much as I want to stay like this, with her body wrapped around me, I know we can’t keep going like this forever.
“You need to eat, Angel,” I murmur, licking the sensitive skin of her neck. “Eat, then I’ll f**k you.”
Reluctantly, I lift her off me and dress myself properly before heading downstairs to cook. She joins me a few minutes later, her eyes still smoldering with unspoken promises. As we eat, she taunts me with every glance, every little movement, her gaze daring me to break first.
“Did you move my sketch?” she asks suddenly, tilting her head in confusion.
“Which sketch, Angel?” I ask, genuinely confused. She’s been with me the entire ti
