“You’re going to crave me.” He bites his bottom lip. I feel him shift over me just as I begin to think he may be right, and maybe I should stop this before it goes any further, but then I feel the head of his cock as he brushes the velvet soft skin up and down my lower lips until I want to beg him to fuck me.
I roll my lips in and bite them to keep the words from forming. If he knows just how much I want him, he’ll probably use it against me. “My touch, my scent, and just when you think you’ve had enough, I’ll make you love me.” My eyes dart up to his as Grim slides inside me.
He’s staring right down at me without an ounce of remorse. Once he’s so deep our hips meet, he pauses. “Oh stars. This is heaven.” He pulls back out so slowly, I feel his every breath.
Even after his threat to make me love him, my eyes close as the pleasure of having him inside me takes over. This must be some sort of fucking magic, because I’ve never felt anything quite like this. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and bury my face in his neck. My heart is beating like I’m running a marathon. Every nerve ending in my body is alive and singing. He’s right: I’ll fucking crave him. He’s still inside me, and I’m already thinking about the next time he touches me.
Grim retreats quicker this time and pushes back in, seeming to go even deeper. I pant out a little huff. Grim’s shoulders tremble under my hands. “Are you okay, Omnia?” Grim’s voice is again layered with many others.
I nod against him, not trusting myself to speak. If I do, I might say something I would regret later, like tell him how much I want him, or ask him who the fuck Omnia is.
I cling to his shoulders and curl my hips up to meet his. I’ll be damned if this missionary, vanilla fucking doesn’t feel more intimate than I’m used to. A sliver of panic hollows out my belly. I shouldn’t be doing this—shouldn’t be letting him in like this—but I can’t make myself tell him to stop. If anything, I want to drag him closer, let him surround me.
Grim keeps his pace unbelievably slow as he pushes into me. Yet, the heat of his hands skimming my body seems to say he can’t get enough of me, and the flex of his muscles is telling me he’s working hard to maintain his leisurely tempo. I open my eyes to see him still staring down at me. I can’t handle the intimacy of his maintained eye contact, so I let my heavy eyelids close and tilt my head back. Grim takes it as an invitation to run his lips up the column of my throat.
His hand slides under my ass, and he palms me, lifting me closer to him. I feel his forehead on my collarbone as he pushes himself up to his knees, my legs falling open as he kneels over me, his body curling around mine.
Grim’s left hand pushes under the small of my back, and he lifts me from the mattress, until my shoulders are barely grazing the bed. He makes a sound that could be considered a growl as the angle shifts. I lift my arms above my head and gather the sheet in my hands as my toes skim the bed. Oh hell, I feel like I’m floating.
The hand on my ass curls over my hip until it’s splayed over my belly. His palm is near my pubic bone, pushing just the right amount of pressure over my clitoris. Each time Grim grinds into me, I let out a breathy moan of surrender.
I swivel my hips as much as I can while being caught between his hands. I’m trapped in the best way possible. Grim slides his palm up my back, between my shoulder blades, and curls his fingers around my right shoulder, dragging me back up until I’m straddling his waist with our chests locked together.
He bites my chin roughly, and his breaths are heavy as he stills against me. I can feel his cock jerking inside me, but he’s pinning me down against him so I can’t move while he’s frozen beneath me. I clench my inner muscles, begging him to move, to do anything, but he just pants, showing me his endless patience.
“Look at me,” he orders, his voice echoing with many. I don’t open my eyes, instead, I wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle his ear and jaw. The hand he had on my stomach reaches around and pulls my ass forward, forcing me against him even more. My fingers trace over the smoothness of his back, eager to feel as much of him as I can. Yet, I can’t bring myself to look at him, my heart wants to pretend he’s just another body I’m using.
“Omnia.” Grim individually releases each finger wrapped over my shoulder, only to retighten his grip. “Do you feel me inside you?” His cock jerks again, and my lips part as I nod. “Look at me,” he demands again, and this time there’s a roughness to his tone.
I want to deny him, but he snakes his hand up my back and tugs on the ends of my hair, forcing my neck back. I slit my eyes open and glare at him. Grim rolls his hips once, like it’s some kind of fucking reward, and I’m silently cursing him, because it feels exactly like it is.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for this?” Grim lets his head fall back on his shoulders when I grip his dick with my pussy, but he’s quick to snap his head back up, and he hits me with a glare of his own.
I lift one eyebrow and try for a nonchalant smirk. “I’d say a little over thirty years.” My voice is husky with lust.
Grim rises from his kneeling position, and my weight shifts so I’m impaled on him even more while he’s holding me in the air. “Try forever,” he growls, jerking his hips back and driving forward, slapping his hips against mine. The hit is rough enough his skin smacks against my clitoris, but damn, it feels so good.
I climb up higher on him, so our faces are level, and wrap my ankles around his torso. I hear his words, but they’re not really registering. “Then what are you waiting for?” I shift my hips back and roll them forward, working myself over him. I search his eyes, begging him with my body to give me more.
“That, right there,” Grim whispers, his eyes locked on mine, and he returns to his slow-paced fucking. I don’t know if I want to claw his back or beg him to go even slower. He lowers us to the bed, with my knees still high on his sides as he begins moving over me as if there’s a sensual rhythm only he can hear.
My body goes completely lax beneath him, every time I think to close my eyes, he pauses, until I’m staring right back into his, and only then does he resume his punishingly slow rhythm.
“You’re an asshole, but God, don’t stop,” I moan, reaching for his shoulders. Fuck if I don’t feel like he’s worshipping me. I can’t even think past the pleasure to wonder if he’s right there with me, blissed out.
“Do you want to come, Omnia?”
I reach up and grab Grim’s jaw, snarling, “If you call me another woman’s name again, I will flay you in my bed.”
A slow grin lifts Grim’s lips. He leans down close until his sinful mouth is near my ear, and whispers, “It’s not another woman’s name. I only see you…Omnia.” He delivers the word with a hard grind, taunting me.
“What the fuck does it mean?” I grab a handful of Grim’s hair and fist it. A smile I could only call evil darkens his eyes as I jerk him back.
“Are you sure you want to know?” He licks his lips, unbothered by the grip I have on his hair. Sexy motherfucker.
I trace my fingernail over his collarbone, back and forth slowly, pretending to think about my answer. Then, when he relaxes a little from my seductive touch, I curl my finger and drag my nail over and his skin. Grim hisses, but doesn’t make any other move to acknowledge the slice I just put along his upper chest. “Tell me,” I command him, as a ball of ugly jealousy takes root in my chest.
My breath leaves me in a whoosh as he drops his weight against me. “It means my all, my everything, my universe.” My body goes rigid, then I struggle to get him off of me. Panic hits, because I felt those words down to my soul. He’s not fucking kidding. The part of me that can’t sense if he’s lying flares to life and I know his words are the truth, and he fucking means them.
