Page 95 of Grim

A strange sound filled the air, like a low hiss from a snake, and my heart thumped as I wondered what was next. I was wildly intrigued and desperate for more. Flames appeared on the walls on either side of my head, then two by two around the huge room torches came on. Each flame flickered on long black holders. The walls were matte black in contrast to the deep red bedding. A massive bookshelf lined one wall, and several gothic chandeliers also flickered with fire and cast shadows overhead. I knew I’d probably wish I’d focused more on the room but at that moment all I could see was Grim. He stood at the end of the bed, his pants now off as he watched me like a wild animal ready to feed…on me.

His toned, thick muscles, and perfectly carved stomach were intensified by the dark tattoos that covered every single inch of him. Well, nearly every inch. His chin was high as he stared down at me with hooded eyes. I lay there and smiled at him as I shamelessly admired the view.

“I won’t be gentle,” he said quietly as his mouth twisted in what looked like a smile. His eyes were black, and I saw flames reflected there.

“I won’t let you.” I flopped my legs open.

He moved quickly up along the bed, climbed between my legs, and plunged deeply inside me. I cried out, not in pain, but at the sheer power of it. Nothing could have prepared me for how wonderful it felt. He swallowed my scream with his lips as he began to thrust hard. His arms were steel by my head, his stomach locked, his hips like a motor, but those eyes. They were locked on mine. Suddenly, I was lost in that frame of time. I was blind, out of control as I enjoyed the most intense sex of my life. My orgasm built and built; my body begged me to let go, but I held on. I was hiked up by my legs, now over his shoulders as he lifted me off the bed to an even more intense angle. He was deeper, and if it was possible, he had swollen even thicker. A cold heat broke over my skin as I fought against the power the orgasm brought. My head screamed wait, but my body overruled it.

“Grim!” I let it all go. I broke the silence with my screams as I exploded into a million pieces and felt as helpless as a bit of foam in a storm. I clamped down around him and moaned as a wave of euphoria flowed through me. I was barely off my high when he started to kiss across my chest and squeezed my breast with a hungry groan.

My hands hit the pillow as they were released from their hold and Grim scooped me up and flipped me onto my stomach.

“More,” he grunted and hauled my hips to him.

“What?” I panted as I tried to move but he pulled me back and my mouth opened in an ‘O’ of surprise as he slipped into a whole different opening. I went still, and his arm tightened on me as he held me down. He struggled to catch his breath. It wasn’t the first time I’d had sex like that. It wasn’t new, but with Grim’s size, the burn was real. Thank God, I was slick with pleasure which helped him glide in easier. I rocked a little and pressed my face into the pillow as I adjusted to the invasion. His grip still didn’t soften, and I knew he fought not to come.

I covered his hands with mine and pushed up on my knees and started to move a bit to slick the opening better. Up and down, I moved, and with every stroke I heated with need again. Grim rocked back on his heels and began to squeeze my breasts. It gave me a moment to take control, but it didn’t last long. As I lifted, he did too, and he pushed me forward with his hips as we moved up to the headboard.

“See that bar?” he grunted in my ear. “Grab it.” I didn’t waste a beat and grabbed it as he stood, with his hands holding my hips. I was bent from the waist down as he continued to thrust from behind. I was glad I did yoga four times a week. It brought a whole different level to my already hungry sexual appetite.

I let out a throaty moan, completely consumed by this man. I needed this more than I realized. Sex was something I certainly needed, but what Grim brought was something I craved.

Slap! He hit my ass, and I flinched around him, making his grip on me tighten. Some women might find this appalling, but I grew more turned on.

We were relentless, over and over and over, we both took what we wanted. Neither of us wanted to fold first. He’d slap, caress, rub, you name it, he was doing it, while I held on and did my best from whatever angle I was at.

I reached back and gave his balls a tug, and he broke.

“Dammit!” Grim roared as he came, and with a violent shake I finally gave in, and my orgasm chased after his.

I collapsed on the bed, limp and well used. Grim flopped down next to me as we both tried to catch our breath.

Fights and sexual tension were how Grim and I co-existed to this point, so now lying in bed with him, after such an event, I wasn’t sure how to navigate us.

“Give me two?—”

He stood and disappeared across the room to where I guessed was the bathroom. The water started to run, and I looked around. The room was dramatic and dark like the rest of his place, and it suited his personality perfectly. The door opened, and he stared at me wordlessly for a moment, then he stepped back into the bathroom. An invitation?

I moved across the gray shag rug and into the bathroom where he stood under a ceiling-high rainfall shower. The water poured down his muscular body, but it was his now honey-colored eyes that made my heart skip a beat. How could someone be so sexy but terrifying all at one time? I swallowed and stepped through the spray to face him. Water poured down our faces as he swiped his hand over the curve of my ass. I noted that his erection was back and that he was partly tattooed up the base. I had noticed it before but hadn’t had time to admire his artwork up until now. As painful as it must have been to have done, it was beautiful the way the pattern swirled around and drew the eye.

“Good?” he asked, and I forced my eyes away.

“Yeah,” I replied then moved to the other side of the huge shower and grabbed the soap. He did the same, but I finished before him. With a towel wrapped around me, I gathered my things and headed for the elevator. I didn’t bother to change; the keycard ensured I’d arrive on my floor without company. Both dogs watched me leave and, as the doors closed, I heard the water turn off. Thus ended our night.

Kenna

“Why do you look like you rode a horse?” Minnie eyed me as I slid into the chair with a wince.

“Because I was ridin’ one last night.”

“Someone got to snack on your lunch box?”

“Yeah, my pie hole, my sushi, and,” I wiggled my butt, “he even tossed my salad.” Minnie loved colorful sex conversation, and I gave her the whole enchilada; it was just how we rolled.

“Sweet orgasm in a fuckin’ clutch purse, that just made my toes curl,” she hooted. “What about the girls?” She pointed to my boobs.

“Oh, please, like they’d be left behind.”

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