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I turn to see Grim, wearing nothing but his piercing and his necklace, a luxuriously sculpted stretch of pure alpha male. Each step tautens the heavy muscles of his thighs, and the room’s faint lamplight burnishes the dark bronze of his skin, throwing every carved groove of his abdomen into sharp relief. His eyes are like the ocean at night—glittering and dangerous—and his cock is ready for me. It’s so rigid and so thick, with a swollen vein on the side and a glisten of pre-cum at his tip, matching the shiny piercing as they both glint in the light.
Even with my heart all scraped up inside my chest, my body clenches with wet desire at the sight of him.
He’s the gorgeous view.
I can’t take my eyes off him.
“Grim,” I whisper, but he doesn’t stop, coming all the way up to me and then turning me by the shoulders to face the window and the blizzard-dusted world outside.
“You see that world out there?” he murmurs low into my ear. “You see all those buildings where people make the choices that shape the world?”
I shiver at the touch of his lips on my skin. “Yes.”
“It’s nothing compared to you.” He deftly unknots the sash of my robe. “You are worth a hundred capitals, a thousand nations. You are worth worlds upon worlds, my Lani.”
My Lani.
Oh sweet Mother Mary, how I’m powerless against that. And then he says it again as he peels the silk from my skin, again and again as he kisses my ear and my jaw, and makes slow love to my neck with his mouth.
My Lani. My Lani. My Lani.
I’m panting and trembling against him when he finally cups me where I need him most. “What are you worth, my little queen?”
His fingers press expertly on my clit, so I gasp his answer. “Worlds.”
“Worlds upon worlds,” he corrects, and he sounds almost angry, but I can tell it’s not with me. And when I look up to see his reflection in the window as he rolls a condom over his erection, I see the answer.
He’s angry with himself.
Grim curls one hand around my hip and another around himself, and he slowly, inexorably pushes himself inside, impatiently nudging my feet apart when it becomes apparent that it’s just too tight a fit.
“This body,” he groans into my hair as he finally edges inside me. He’s big enough to steal my breath, and I lean my forehead against the cool glass to stop my violent shivering as he feeds me another inch.
“This body,” he says again, and this time it’s through gritted teeth as the softest part of me clasps greedily at the hardest part of him. The trail of his piercing against my sheath is agonizing and delicious; it leaves thrashing urgency in its wake, and I push back against him, rising up on the balls of my feet, desperate for more. For all of it.
Finally, he’s seated fully inside of me, with one arm around my waist to keep me up on my toes and his other hand palming my breast possessively. I brace my own hands against the glass for leverage, trying to fuck back against him, needing more of that sizzling stretch and sweet, sweet deepness. Needing more of Grim as close to me as two people can ever get.
But Grim stops my writhing easily, nipping at my ear. “Greedy little queen,” he says. And then, gentler, “Please, Lani. Let me give this to you. All you have to do is feel it.”
Which is how we end up fucking slow and dirty in front of the window overlooking the world’s seat of power.
Grim doesn’t let me miss a single inch of his aggressive, shuddering thrusts, and he doesn’t let me lose myself completely either in the sensations he’s giving me. Instead, he nips at my ear whenever my eyes slide closed, and he wraps a hand in my hair to keep my gaze on our reflection whenever I’m tempted to look away. I have to look at him—look at us—him with his rugged features and stern expression, me still with the sparkling flower comb in my hair.
He wants me present.
He wants me to remember this.
This is goodbye.
We can’t tear our eyes away from each other’s in the reflection, and I can almost imagine he’s trying to tell me something with his gaze as he fucks me. I try to tell him something back, pouring every agony and futile longing of tonight into my face so he’ll know. He’ll know that no matter how much stands in the way of a killer and a queen loving each other, I’d try.
If he wanted me, I’d try.
What’s the use of being worth worlds upon worlds if you have no one to tell you so? Both with rough, husky words and with a big, pierced cock?
I come loud and hard and keening, so loud I fear my scream will shatter the glass. He follows soon after, pinning me against the window as he pumps the condom full of his spend with a wrenching, utterly sexy groan that I’ll remember for the rest of my life. That groan, his sounds, his scent will haunt my dreams.
And it’s only as we both gradually come down from our highs that I realize he had his lips pressed against my flower comb the entire time he came. Like the most erotic part of tonight was not the filthy sex and sticky orgasms, but the fact that I gave myself to him with complete free will.
