The muscles in Grim’s neck throbbed in stark relief as his head fell back on a silent groan. He coated my lower stomach and inner thighs in hot spurts. The veins in his hand flexed with each final tug. I felt a dizzying mix of emotions.
Marked. Claimed.Safe.
Grim’s head dropped, chin to collarbone. Black hair fell in a shield. The heavy breaths racking his body, his hand still gripping his semi-hard dick.
He lifted his head, catching my gaze. I nearly buckled under the intensity.
“Did you come, Gemma?” he asked, voice low and strained.
“Ye—” I broke off.
Normally I lied.
Yes. You were amazing. It felt so good. Best I’ve ever had.
I chewed my bottom lip, then shook my head.
Something clouded his eyes, some kind of emotion, or conflict I couldn’t understand, but before I could even try to understand it, he knelt between my knees and grabbed my hand.
He pushed inside me, spreading my pussy with his finger and mine. His come was slippery on my thigh, and Grim pressed it deeper inside me.
I tensed.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered. “Fuck yourself with my come.”
My lips parted. “I’m not on birth control.”
He maneuvered my fingers inside me, using his come as lubricant. “I know.”
I knew better than to question how he knew the most intimate parts of me. It shouldn’t be so hot. I should definitely make him stop, but more than that I didn’t want to. Icouldn’t. I was compelled, under an illicit trance spelled by his vicious, ravenous stare.
He crawled back above me, body caging me into the mattress. Grim used me as a doll to fuck myself. Stretching me.
I arched on a cry that Grim smothered before it could leave my lips. On his elbow, he kept one hand pinned against my mouth, the other working inside me with cruel rhythm. I glanced at the shadow darkening my door.
What happens if they catch us?
My eyes found Grim’s again, gaze shadowed with inscrutable emotion. My breath was hot and wet against his palm. Pinned beneath his hand, I felt a strange sense of safety. He was watching me so intently, he was focused on me so deeply, I wanted to melt into him. Submit.
My body turned to liquid.
I melted under the pressure of his palm smothering my sighs.
“Yeah, just like that,” he whispered against my neck. “So fucking perfect. So beautiful when you surrender. Come on my fucking fingers, Gemma.”
I didn’t know if it was the command that did it, or the way his irises bruised my fucking soul. Or maybe it was the way his jaw clenched, muscle feathering with restraint as he fucked me with my own hand. Maybe it was just knowing Icouldcome, like this, asme—and that was how Grim wanted it.
Oh my God.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t?—
Grim inhaled sharply as my teeth enclosed the flesh of his palm. I bit him,hard, riding out the orgasm. He didn’t flinch or pull away; his eyes encouraged me.
My orgasm stole every part of me, from the tiniest of muscles to the air in my lungs. It shot through me. Rippled down my spine to the tips of my toes, so when I was finished, it was Grim who tethered me to earth.
I was spent. Weak.Strung out.
