I arched as that dark essence came pouring into me, clashing with mine, each of our spirits searing and branding the other.
My thoughts splintered, scattering, my body robbed of any ability to respond—to do anything other than take him as he pumped into me.
While his soul knit itself with mine, icy vines piercing, winding, and threading through, more tendrils dove between us to assail my clit, wispy, ephemeral tongues taking turns lapping and teasing while that unrelenting steel shaft filled me again and again.
The tension in me wound tighter, building softly at first, and slowly, before blooming with the golden promise of total destruction.
Grim!I screamed, this time with my soul instead of my voice, the avalanche breaking within me, a flood of debilitating pleasure hollowing my entire system.
I cried out, overcome by the drugging wave that engulfed me and pulled me under to drown in its grip.
His lips crashed down on mine, tongue invading along with every other part of him.
As the purest ecstasy I’d ever known shattered me, I surrendered to the onslaught, becoming his and his shadows’ to feast on as I spasmed around him, my core clenching, rippling, and constricting around his cock.
He came with a low and growling moan that manifested in a mix of both his voices.
My fairy lights flickered as I shook beneath him, already helpless and heaving when, out of nowhere, an unexpected echo of another orgasm came rushing to overtake and underscore the first, the sensation infused into my body and my soul by his spirit, as if he had to be sharing his own climax with me. As if he’d gotten a taste of mine, which had been the thing to trigger his.
As if we’d both just taken matters into our own hands and hadgotten to heaven in our own way and on our own terms. If only for one evening.
I sobbed as my spirit, still hopelessly knotted in the unyielding clutches of his, sang along with my body.
He released one of my wrists, his hand going to my cheek as he kissed me, as though I really might be dying, and he wanted all the last of me.
“Beautiful soul,” rumbled Grim, his dark voice reverberating through me.
I reached for him, my limbs heavy like my mind. My lids drowsy.
And though I fought the darkness, my eyes fell shut anyway.
Kissing me still, he released his spectral grip on me, his mouth evaporating under mine, becoming those teeth once more. And then, as the final throes of bliss ebbed into silence, he swept his essence out of me in a way that swung me into dizziness, giving me back the soul I would, in that moment, rather him have kept.
Just before my consciousness… abandoned me, too.
35GRIM
Sorry, not fucking sorry.
Because what wasanyversion of eternity compared with making Helena come like that?
Stalking down the ICU wing of a hospital somewhere in Idaho, concealing cloak in place and scythe in one hand, I kept my gaze forward even as images flashed in my skull like a slideshow.
My skeleton’s hand wrapped around the plush flesh of one sumptuous breast, Helena’s head thrown back that way, hair splayed around her head, my cock buried shaft deep in her, my essence scouring her, taking her soul for a ride at the same time I decimated her perfect body.
Currently, I didn’t have eyes to roll to the back of my head, but I did take a moment to pause and press a skeletal palm to one bland white wall, my other constricting around the handle of my scythe.
Becausefuck. As much as I’d always tried to convince myself otherwise, possessing a bodydidhave its perks.
Helena, Helena, Helena…
You kinky minx. You loved every fucking second, didn’t you?
Not as much as I did.
Not once during my time as thisthingI’d become had I ever eventhought about a woman like that. Like this. Never mind that I wasn’t supposed to. I just didn’t.
But Helena…
