Anywhere but where I needed.
He drew a line down the middle of me with his tongue, from chest to my lower abdomen, then back.
I grabbed his hair, forcing him to look at me. “Grim.”
He quirked a brow, licking a hot line underneath the curve of my breast, from rib to sternum. “Yeah, baby?”
“I—” I broke off as his kiss turned into a bite, tugging at the thin skin above my ribs.
“Please.”
“So polite.” He groaned. “You sound so good when you beg.”Finallyhis mouth found my breast. I arched up into him, and his hand slid to my lower back, holding me in the arch against him.
“You’re not afraid of me, Rich Girl?” His gaze caught mine, taking a nipple into his mouth, rolling it around, biting it. “Even after today?”
He slid a hand up my body, smearing the blood from the man he’d assaulted across my skin—as if to punctuate his words, like he was marking me again.
“I knew who you were before you were king of the damned,” I said. It was meant to be a joke, but I was too breathless. As he bit and teased my nipple, my thoughts scattered into fireworks, bursting in a thousand different sparkly directions.
I couldn’t think past the heat in his eyes. The way his hand lingered on my stomach, possessively.
A smirk quirked his lips, his eyes flashing back to mine. “Then you must be fucking terrified, Gemma.” He bit my hip, sliding kisses down my body. The dip between my stomach and pussy, the top of my thigh and inside. He slid his tongue along the crease of my inner thigh.
“I’m not—” I broke off as he planted a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the center of me. His stare found mine, locked.
I couldn’t breathe.
The room melted away. Past, present, and future dissolved. All that existed was Grim on his knees, a look in his eyes that went beyond hunger and desire—vulnerable and open. I saw him—Santos—and I felt the depth of him, reaching inside and tugging at the bond we had.
He broke the stare, sliding his tongue between my pussy lips.
“So fucking good,” he groaned, the sound vibrating against my flesh in a delirious way. “I’ve wondered how you’d taste.” He punctuated each sentence with a deep thrust of his tongue, as if trying to consume the very soul of me. “I’ve only ever got a taste. It wasn’t enough.”
His voice was shredded and raw, angry even, like I’d kept this from him. He dragged one lip between his teeth, sucking and pulling until I saw stars. It felt like a reminder, like whatever he gave me was forhim.
He gripped my ass, pulling me deeper into his hungry mouth. “You are perfection. So fucking good.”
He plunged a finger inside me as he licked and sucked my throbbing clit. My spine bowed on a gasp. The room went blurry. I heard things distantly.
So fucking wet.
Such a good girl getting so fucking wet for me.
But the words were like trying to pinpoint rain in arainstorm. I could only feel how he kissed and licked and bit me while his fingers worked inside. I melted into the feeling, into him.
“You’re too tight,” he gritted.
I lifted my head, delirious, finding his eyes. “For?”
“Me.”
The thought, as much as the low snarl with which he’d said it, made me clench. He was going to be inside me. After years of nothing, I would have him again.
“I told you—” My words disappeared into a gasp as Grim dove his head back between my thighs. “There hasn’t been anyone since you.”
He froze, slowly lifting his head up. The room vibrated and pulsed between us. His lips wet with me. Then he climbed on top of me and grabbed my hand, pressing it against his pec, against the three scratch marks that started everything.
“Why?” he repeated the question he’d asked days ago when I’d first confessed. I couldn’t give him the truth then. But now? I hesitated, the words on my lips.
