Grigori dropped on top of her, lifting one of her legs, his hand immediately going between her thighs. She gasped, her eyes huge. His mouth landed on hers, biting her lips and saying, “I told you I’m not going to be gentle. I can’t. Not this time.” And he kissed her again. Just as hard as before, even as Ember started trembling under him.
Them coming together was damn violent.
Grigori was pissed, his movement jerky and harsh.
And Ember…her fury was quickly melting away. Especially, when two minutes later, he lifted his hand from between her thighs, grabbing her knees and pushing them apart. He held her that way, spreading her, and ordered gruffly, “Put me where I need to be.”
Ember hesitated, staring up at him. I couldn’t see his face, but she was beginning to look decidedly nervous.
“Ah, kitten. Backing down now?” he taunted in a dangerous purr.
Her jaw clenched, and her hand darted between them. She wiggled some… and right before he slammed his hips down into her, a harsh grunt coming from him, their bodies flush to one another. Her mouth flew open on a choke, and she lifted her hands, slamming them onto his shoulders, her face only showing pain. Not pleasure, at all.
“I can’t,” Grigori groaned, staring down at her and shaking his head, and then pulling back and slamming into her again with the same force.
“I know,” she whimpered.
“You hurt me,” he whispered, thrusting into her repeatedly, pushing her tiny body down into the unforgiving tile. “You fucking left me.”
“I’m sorry,” she choked, and tears started spilling down her temples. “I’m so, so sorry.” She shook her head, crying. “I’m sorry, Grigori.So sorry.” She was pulling at him now, instead of the obvious reflex she’d initially had when she was pushing him away, even though she still looked like she was in pain.
He thrust harder, saying viscously, “I shouldn’t have let you go.” He drove into her repeatedly, groaning, “Fucking mine. Shouldn’t have let you go.”
“Yours.” She nodded. “All yours. Just yours.”
His fists clenched in her hair, his movements not slowing, only picking up in pace. “I’m sorry, kitten. I should have fought for you. Christ, I’m sorry. I’ve missed you so damn much.”
“Not as much as I’ve missed you,” she sobbed.
“You have no clue how bad it’s been for me.” He ground against her differently, and her pained expression turned surprised through her tears. “Don’t cry, kitten. I’ll make it good for you.”
“It’s all right. I’m not crying because it hurts. If you did to me what I did to you…” She shook her head. “Just keep going. I understand.”
He moved again, pushing her legs open more, and started thrusting and grinding against her, making her features turn to complete bliss. “Hush. No more tears.” He drove into her again, cupping her cheeks as she groaned his name. “You’re mine, Ember.” He moved against her again. “No fucking others. No running from me. I don’t want to miss you anymore. You aren’t leaving me again.”
“No. I won’t,” she whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. And said fiercely, “And you’re fucking mine. I know that now.”
“As much as we can be,” Grigori whispered, kissing her forehead.
Ember nodded. “Yes. As much as we can be.”
And…it suddenly struck me that they weren’t professing their love to one another.
Ember had said she would never be ‘in love’ again.
And apparently, Grigori had the same holdup.
My, God.They truly believed it.
Even though, as they made hard love to one another, they stared at each other like they were one another’s air. The part that kept them alive. Screwed up didn’t even begin to explain them.
And this supposed ‘quick’ tryst turned into a much longer ordeal.
Grigori obviously felt he needed to prove something and had much of his dad’s stamina because, after Ember’s third orgasm—the girl had lungs fit for a Queen—I was beginning to lose feeling in my feet from standing still for so long. They needed to hurry the hell up. Or I was going to end up toppling out next to them. And wouldn’t that be fun?
Ember’s head was thrashing back and forth, as she came down from her last orgasm and whispered hoarsely, “Grigori, I can’t. No more.” He must have been doing something I couldn’t see—his hand had disappeared between them. She shivered, and he started kissing her neck, and then she screamed his name, her body bucking as he started sucking on her earlobe.
“One more,” he spoke gutturally. “Just one more. It’s been too long.” When she started trembling again, he stated possessively, his accent so damn heavy, “My kitten.” And his mouth went to her throat, his hair falling over Ember’s cheek and shoulder as he started pounding into her. Her mouth opened, her eyes open wide in shock as she rocked under him, a slow keening sound—thank you, God, she wasn’t screaming again—coming from her.
