4. Chapter 4 #2
My breath leaves me.
His eyes darken. “You’re beautiful.”
“You say that as if it’s a verdict.”
“It is. No appeal.”
He kisses me again before following the line of my jaw toward my throat. His mouth closes over the pulse beneath my skin, drawing a helpless sound from me.
His hands slide beneath my robe and travel over my thighs. When I tense, he stops.
“Tell me.”
“I want more.”
His palms move higher.
“Here?”
“Yes.”
His thumbs stroke the sensitive skin near the edges of my shorts.
“And here?”
“Yes.”
My voice breaks on the word.
He helps me down from the table and walks me backward toward the bedroom, his hand firm at my waist and his mouth returning to mine every few steps.
The backs of my knees meet the mattress.
Grim lowers me into the center of the bed as though he has all the time in the world. He removes my robe before reaching for the waistband of my sleep shorts.
Nerves tighten my stomach.
“I haven’t done this before.”
He becomes completely still. “Anything?”
“Anything that involved another person.”
Possession flashes across his face, fierce enough to steal my breath. He controls it before speaking.
“Your first yes belongs to you,” he says. “I’m only the lucky bastard who gets to hear it.”
“I want you to.”
“Tonight, you let me take care of you.”
Grim hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and waits. I lift my hips, and he draws the soft fabric down with my underwear, baring me inch by inch while his gaze follows his hands.
Cool air brushes my heated skin. My knees draw together on instinct.
He places his palms against the insides of my thighs without forcing them apart.
“Look at me.”
I meet his eyes.
“There’s nothing about you I’ll judge and nothing you need to hide.” His thumbs stroke my skin. “Open for me because you want my mouth on you.”
The raw certainty in his voice turns embarrassment into heat.
I let my thighs fall apart.
His eyes darken as he looks at me. The hunger in his face should make me feel exposed. Instead, I feel beautiful in a way no mirror has ever managed.
“That’s my brave girl.”
The praise sinks directly into my body.
He kisses my inner thigh, his stubble rasping softly against sensitive skin. The next kiss lands higher, followed by another close enough that I feel his breath where I am already wet.
“Grim.”
“I know, Angel.”
His thumbs part my folds, and he studies me with open hunger before lowering his mouth.
The first broad stroke of his tongue runs from my entrance to my clit.
Pleasure jolts through me. My hips lift from the mattress, but his uninjured forearm settles across my lower stomach and holds me steady.
“Again,” I gasp.
He gives it to me.
His tongue circles my clit, testing pressure until my thighs begin to tremble. When he closes his lips around the swollen bud and sucks, a cry tears from my throat.
Grim groans against me as though the sound pleases him. The vibration makes my entire body tighten.
“Every sound,” he says against my wet skin. “I want to know exactly what I do to you.”
He drags his tongue through me again, collecting the slickness gathering at my entrance. My fingers twist in the blanket because I do not know where else to put them.
He catches one of my hands and guides it into his hair.
“Hold on to me.”
I grip the dark strands. His control slips for a heartbeat, a growl leaving him as he pulls me closer to his mouth.
The pleasure builds too quickly. I try to close my legs, overwhelmed, but he lifts his head.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head.
“Use the word.”
“No. Please don’t stop.”
“Good. Then let me have you.”
He returns to my clit with firmer strokes. One thick finger circles my entrance, coating itself in my arousal before pressing inside.
The stretch is unfamiliar, and my muscles tighten around him.
Grim stills at once, keeping his finger shallow while his other hand strokes my thigh.
“Breathe, Angel. I won’t give your body more than it wants.”
His mouth brushes my clit in a gentle kiss. I breathe until my muscles loosen, and the discomfort melts into a deep pressure that makes me ache for movement.
“More.”
His finger slides deeper. He curls it inside me and finds a place that sends sparks across my vision.
“There?”
“Yes. Right there.”
He learns the rhythm from my body. His finger strokes that hidden place while his tongue works my clit, each sensation feeding the other until I can no longer separate them.
My heels dig into the mattress. His name leaves me again and again, growing louder as the pressure coils tighter.
“Give it to me, Angel,” he says. “Come on my mouth. I want every fucking pulse.”
The command breaks me.
My orgasm crashes through my body, sharp enough to steal my breath. I cry out and pull his hair while my pussy clenches around his finger.
Grim keeps his mouth on me, drawing out every pulse until I am shaking beneath him and begging with words I will never remember afterward.
Only then does he rise over me.
His mouth glistens with my arousal. The sight should embarrass me, but he wipes nothing away. He brings his mouth to mine and kisses me deeply, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue.
The kiss sends another wave through me.
My hand travels down his chest and finds the hard length of his cock beneath his sweats. He is thick enough to fill my palm even through the fabric.
His entire body locks when I stroke him.
“Angel.”
“I want to make you feel good.”
He closes his hand around mine and raises it to his mouth.
“Another night.”
Rejection pricks at me. “You don’t want me to touch you?”
His silver eyes burn. “I want your hand around my cock badly enough that restraint feels like a blade.”
“Then why are you stopping me?”
He kisses my palm.
“Because you were taught that every gift creates a debt. That lesson doesn’t get into my bed.” His gaze holds mine. “I tasted you because I wanted your pleasure. You owe me nothing for it.”
The words reach a place his mouth could not.
Grim cleans me with a warm cloth, brings me water, and returns to the bed only after I hold out my arms.
He settles beside me and gathers me against his uninjured side before pulling the blanket over us. His erection remains hard against my thigh, but he asks for nothing.
“Stay until I fall asleep,” I whisper.
His arm tightens around me.
It does not take long before I fall asleep in the arms of a man who looks like danger and treats my pleasure as something freely given rather than a price I have to pay.