Grim roughly nips at my bottom lip, and I suck in a sharp breath. In the next second, my back hits a soft surface, and Grim’s weight crushes me in the best possible way. His hand is still locked on my wrists, pinning me to the bed.
I open my eyes again and peer at the ceiling above me. “Where are we?” I shift under him, parting my legs. Grim makes a hissing sound when our lower bodies connect.
“The attic. Quit squirming, I want to take my time with you, and you’re making it hard.”
I look around again. “My attic?”
“Our attic.” Grim swivels his hips, and I feel the tip of his cock nudging against me. I curl my knees up higher on his sides, opening myself up to him. He lunges forward and bites the side of my neck, just shy of my shoulder. I go completely still under him. Grim is a biter, and I love it. There’s something inside me that turns completely pliant when he sinks his teeth into my flesh.
He holds me there for a long second before clamping down a tiny bit harder. I let out a small whimper, but it’s not from pain. Somehow, he has a direct line to my clit, and I feel like I’m already walking a razor’s edge, about to come.
Grim releases his bite and immediately starts softly kissing the slight indents his teeth left in my skin. I know it will leave a mark, one that will make me squeeze my thighs together every time I see or touch it.
I feel his thumb make a hard swipe on the inside of my right wrist before he releases one of my hands. “Reach down and guide me inside you, Omnia,” Grim orders, as his free hand palms my breast. I arch into his touch and slide my hand between our bodies, taking his dick in my grasp. As soon as he’s at my opening, he rolls his hips and slams into me, pinning my fingers between our bodies.
I start to pull my hand away, but Grim locks his hips against mine. “I want you to touch yourself while I’m inside you, feel how soft you are. Stars…” He groans, his jaw tight like he’s already struggling. Gods, I love seeing him like this, completely undone and unable to hide how much I’m affecting him.
I arch my neck up and kiss him. His lips part, and he tangles his tongue with mine in a slow dance. Unhurriedly, he pumps into me. Someday, I’m going to beg him to fuck me fast, but every time I think to rush him, he drags his thick cock against my inner walls, and I surrender to his love making.
“I said I’d never go a day without being inside you, yet I did.” Grim shifts from kissing my mouth and huffs into my ear. He stops kneading my breast and skates his fingers over my hip and under my ass, jerking me even closer. He may fuck me long and slow, but the rough way he handles me makes me melt.
I toss my head from left to right, wanting to make him promise not to do it again, but I’m beyond words at this point. I curl my fingers around the hand pinning me to the bed instead, holding him to me the only way I can.
Grim keeps up his punishingly slow rhythm, sliding in and out of me with long strokes while I circle the tip of my finger around my clit. Finally, he releases my wrist and punches his fist into the mattress next to my shoulder. He lifts his torso off mine and grinds his hips harder against me.
The angle change has my toes curling, and I tighten my inner muscles. I’m not going to last. Not when he knows how to touch me to make my body sing. Just when I think I’m about to come, Grim stops moving. I groan and swivel my hips. “Grim.” I try to make it sound like a warning, but it comes out more like a plea.
“Hmm?” he hums. “You need something, Omnia?” His voice is layered.
“I need you to keep moving,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Like this?” The bastard rolls his hips. My mouth falls open with a sigh and I nod eagerly. “You like it, Damiana, when I’m deep inside you? Making you quiver?” I don’t answer, he already knows I like it, he’s such a fucking tease. Grim leans back so he’s kneeling between my parted thighs, slipping from my body.
I sink two fingers into my pussy and use my thumb to circle my clit, slitting my eyes so I can watch him. Grim drags the side of his hand and wrist over his mouth then licks his top teeth. I pump my fingers a little faster and lift my hips so I can go deeper. It feels good, but not nearly as good as having his possessive eyes on me.
“If you’re not up for the job, can you run down and grab Buzz?” I bite my lip. I’m teasing him, I would never use a vibrator to replace him, not even if Buzz is my favorite.
Grim snarls, his eyes burning bright with embers. With a quickness that surprises me, he shoves my arms away, effectively removing my hand from my pussy, and lifts me up. My heart thuds as a shot of adrenaline hits my system, making me hold my breath. I’m cradled in Grim’s arms, and his embrace is tight. “I’m going to destroy Buzz, just as soon as I get done with you.” Grim brutally nips my chin.
He tosses me to the bed, and I bounce, landing half on my stomach. I can’t hide the small grin that curves my lips. I love working him up. I push my hair out of my face and peer at him over my shoulder. Grim pushes me down against the mattress before I can get a good look at him, and he tugs my hips back so I’m ass up.
He runs his fingers gently over my back then down my ass until he’s cupping my pussy. His caress is at odds with the tight grip he still has on my left hip. “Can that toy make you scream, Omnia? Because I can.”
The air in my lungs flees as my chest hits the soft mattress beneath me. A started yelp comes next. Grim is deep inside me, so fucking deep my muscles spasm from the quick invasion.
His breathing is erratic, but so is mine. Holy hell. A loud groan of submission is next. This is a new position for us. Grim usually demands my entire focus, but now I can close my eyes and feel every inch of him inside me.
I feel his heat as he leans over my back, his mouth going to the shell of my ear. “Now, let me love you.” His voice is deep and sexy as sin, but hard as stone.
“Okay,” I whimper, and Grim restarts his tortuous, slow fucking again, and I love every second of it.
Chapter 3
My hands ache from gripping the sheets by the time I’ve had no less than three orgasms. Grim is curled around my back, petting my side and hip, and occasionally he dips his fingers between my legs and strokes my clit, causing my muscles to quiver again.
“When did you do this?” I look around the room with eyes that are no longer clouded with need.
“A little at a time.”
