Page 35 of Grim’s Angel

Confidence warms her face. She tightens her grip and moves again.

“I let her enjoy the discovery for several strokes before closing my hand around hers.”

“If you keep going, this ends before I get inside you.”

“That would damage your reputation.”

“My reputation survived being shot by an angel. It can survive anything.”

Using my uninjured arm, I turn her beneath me and settle between her thighs. Last night taught me what makes her tremble. This morning, I intend to make her body ready enough to welcome me.

My mouth closes around one nipple while my hand slides between her legs. She is slick from riding me, her folds swollen and open. I circle her clit with my thumb and press one finger inside her.

She clenches around me.

“Breathe.”

Her body relaxes a fraction. I work my finger deeper, then add a second only when her hips begin chasing the first. The stretch makes her gasp, but she grips my uninjured shoulder and asks for more.

I curl both fingers inside her and rub the sensitive place that made her come against my mouth last night. Her thighs shake.

“Grim, I need you.”

“You have me.”

“Inside me.”

The words destroy what remains of my restraint.

“We go at your pace,” I say. “If it hurts beyond what you want, I stop.”

She nods.

I rub the head of my cock through her slick folds, coating myself and letting her feel the pressure without penetration. Each pass brushes her clit. Her legs open wider.

“Please.”

I place myself at her entrance and push forward by degrees. Her tight pussy yields around the broad head, hot enough to blur my vision.

She tenses when I enter deeper.

I stop.

“Eyes on me, Angel.”

Her lashes lift.

“Tell me what you need.”

“A minute.”

“You have every minute I own.”

I kiss her while the initial burn eases. My hand returns to her clit, circling gently until the tension leaves her thighs and wetness gathers around my cock.

She shifts beneath me, taking another inch.

“Again,” she whispers.