Instead, I take my time. Kiss my way up one thigh, then the other. Let my breath ghost over where she wants me most, watch her hips jerk in response. She's making these desperate little sounds, whimpers and moans that are doing things to me I can't describe.
"Grim." My name comes out broken. "Please. I can't?—"
I spread her with my thumbs and lick into her.
She screams.
Her taste floods my mouth—sweet and sharp and perfect—and I groan against her, the vibration making her cry out again. I eat her like I'm starving, because I am. Fifteen years since I let anyone this close. Fifteen years of walls and distance and convincing myself I didn't need this.
I needed this. I neededher.
I slide two fingers inside her while my tongue works her clit, and she shatters. Just like that. Her whole body convulsing, her hands fisting in my hair, my name torn from her throat like a prayer. I don't stop. Keep licking, keep stroking, drawing out her pleasure until she's shaking, until she's begging me to stop, until her legs are so weak I have to hold her up.
Then I stand. Lift her into my arms. Carry her to my bed.
She lands on the mattress and immediately reaches for me, pulling me down on top of her. I go willingly. Feel her legs wrap around my waist, her hips rolling up against mine, seeking friction.
"Inside me." Her voice is wrecked. "I need you inside me."
I shed my boxers. Free my cock, already aching, already leaking at the tip. Position myself at her entrance. Stop.
"Look at me."
Her eyes flutter open. Dark and glazed with pleasure, fixed on my face.
"You're mine," I say. "Say it."
"I'm yours."
I push into her.
We both stop breathing.
She's tight. So tight I have to hold still, jaw clenched, every muscle locked down. She's hot and wet and gripping me so perfectly I could die right here and be happy about it.
Then I start to move.
I start slow—long, deep strokes that make her gasp every time I bottom out. But slow isn't what either of us needs. Not tonight. Not with everything that's happened, everything that's coming.
I need to claim her. And she needs to be claimed.
I pick up the pace. Drive into her harder, faster, until the headboard is hitting the wall and she's moaning with every thrust. Her nails rake down my back, hard enough to draw blood. Good. I want her marks on me. Want to carry proof of this tomorrow.
I watch her body move beneath me. The way her breasts bounce with every thrust. The way her back arches off the mattress, pushing herself closer to me. The soft curve of her stomach, the flare of her hips, the way her thighs grip my waist like she never wants to let go.
"So good," I growl against her throat. "You feel so fucking good."
"Yes—" She's barely coherent now. "Yes, yes,yes?—"
I feel her tightening around me. Feel the orgasm building in her again. I slide my hand between us, find her clit, rub in tight circles.
"Come for me," I say. "I want to feel it."
She does. Screams my name, clenches around me so hard I see stars. And I follow her over, burying myself deep, spilling into her with a groan that feels like it's torn from somewhere primal.
After, we lie tangled together in my sheets.
Her head on my chest. My arm around her shoulders. Both of us breathing hard, coming down from something that felt more like a collision than sex.
