He reaches around to unbuckle his pants. There's no rush in his movements, no fumbling. Just deliberate, dangerous confidence. I hear the telltale sound of a zipper, the rustle of fabric, the low groan he gives when he wraps a hand around himself.
“Still wet?” he murmurs, sliding the head of his cock against me, teasing the entrance. My entire body tenses in anticipation.
Then—
“Oh fuck—” I cry out as he thrusts inside in one smooth, brutal push. He’s thick. And deep. My walls clench involuntarily around him, the sudden fullness making my vision flash white.
He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He drives into me again, hard, fast, one hand gripping my hip, the other still wrapped in the strap tethering me to him.
“That’s it,” he snarls, pace already ruthless. “Take me. Take every fucking inch.”
The table creaks beneath us, rocking with each thrust. My moans become ragged gasps, torn from my throat without restraint. I can’t hold back. I don’t even want to.
“You like this?” he growls. “Because I like it a whole fucking lot. Your pussy’s exquisite, Little Grim.”
“Yes. Fuck, yes,” I pant. The heat is unbearable. Glorious. Real.
The pain, the stretch, the pleasure—
It’smine.
He leans in, lips brushing my ear. “You think Cassian could fuck you like this? Nathaniel? The first would worship you. Thesecond would turn you into his broken little project. But me?” His voice drops lower. “I’ll ruin you, Little Grim.”
And he does.
He slams into me, each thrust stealing the breath from my lungs, each sound cracking through the quiet. I’m close again. Too fast. But he knows. He feels it.
“Come on my cock,” he hisses. “Do it. Let them hear you.”
That’s what breaks me.
I shatter with a strangled cry, my whole body locking around him. He follows with a guttural groan, thrusting one last time and spilling into me without any brakes.
We collapse against the table. Me trembling, him breathless above me, forehead resting against my shoulder.
For a moment, there’s only silence.
Then, softly:
“Welcome back to the world of the living, Little Grim,” he whispers.
And gods help me…
What a living it is.
This time, I don’t wake gently.
I jolt awake like I’ve been yanked straight out of the grave.
My breath rips in. My eyes snap open. My whole body jerks upright, like someone just dumped me into a bucket of ice water, and for one disorienting second, I think I’ve died. Again.
The room spins. My pulse pounds like a war drum in my throat. My body feels like it’s been hit by a truck, dragged six blocks, and then set on fire for good measure. Every muscle is screaming. My spine is stiff. My thighs ache. And something deep inside me—something I didn’t even know could ache—definitely does.
Then it hits me.
Oh.
Right.
