He let go of my hand and slid his back down. Out of sight. The moment hung on the shared breath between us. Then I felt him, his cock at my entrance, spreading me slightly.
My spine bowed.
“Why, Gemma?” He pushed a little bit more inside. I closed my eyes, body melting into a hot pile of need.
Oh, God, finally?—
Grim grabbed my chin and my eyes shot open. The muscle of his jaw twitched, control about to snap.
“Why haven’t you fucked anyone else?” The grit in his voice, the power in his gaze, burned the answer out of me.
“You know why,” I breathed, arching, trying to get himinside me. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’d never come again without your cock. You fuckingruinedme.”
His eyes flashed, searching mine, looking for the truth.
He cursed under his breath.
“I’d planned to get you off first,” he said. I had a half second to process the regret in his voice, before he was inside me.
Oh,wow.
“But then you go and say that.” His voice was strained, the rough edge sliding into my veins, making my blood fizzle and pop.
What happened next was a blur. It was Grim inside me, it was his lips against my neck. It was that delicious, delirious fullness. It was my body singing for him. It was rough and hard and perfect.
“Your sheets will be destroyed,” I gasped at another thrust, realizing we were still covered in blood.
“Good. Fuck up my sheets,” he growled. “So when you come to your senses, I’ll still smell you.”
I disappeared into Grim. Into the smell of him, masculine and strong, earthy and dark. Into the feel of him, like the ocean at night: all-consuming, powerful, a depth that can never be seen, only felt.
His thrusts were ruthless and calculated.
He lifted up my leg, pushing my knee to my chest, driving deeper.
His hand encircled my throat with that always perfect amount of tension. Never violent. Never too soft. Just enough to remind mehe’s in control.
He whispered things I couldn’t quite hear, but felt nonetheless.
I didn’t know how to describe the thing between Grim and me. Grim stole my life. Grim held me hostage. I barelyknew him when we first had sex. But what we had defied logic. Before Grim, I could lie to myself. Say this was just how sex was supposed to be.
But after…
Grim had shown me what it was like to feel safe. I felt comfortable giving him my submission because I knew he wouldn’t weaponize it. I felt safe with his hand around my neck. I knew he would listen if I said no, but the beautiful thing was I didn’t need to. He sensed my hesitation before I did, and he switched it up.
Like now.
I didn’t need to tell him the position was starting to get uncomfortable. He was already sliding out of me, shifting us to the side, him at my back.
“This better?” he asked, sliding back inside me.
Oh…fuck.
I went cross-eyed at the sensation. Better? It was amazing. I melted into him on a sigh.
“Yeah.” He laughed. “That’s better.”
His hand slid back around my neck, pinning me tight against him as he continued driving into me with a slow, torturous rhythm.
