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It hits her first. She screams out so loud my ears ring as it devours her from the inside out. Her body bucks and her pussy pulses around me. Feeling the fierce intensity of her virgin pussy coming on a cock for the first time sends me spiraling into an orgasm that’s so strong it makes my whole body quake.
I push my hips forward, holding myselfdeepin her warm pulsating cunt as I release every drop of hot come I have into her waiting womb. I fill her up, drenching her insides as she cries out and rips the sheets off the corner of the bed.
The heat, the bliss, the intensity… It’s all so overwhelming.
I’m gripping my girl’s round ass as the last drop leaves me and enters her.
We stay like this for a long time until exhaustion sinks into our bones and we collapse onto the bed, breathing heavily and reaching for each other.
I pull her into my chest and wrap my arms around her. She rests her cheek on my dark gray skin and makes a soft contented sound as her eyes fall closed.
I already love her. So much I can’t explain it.
But can I get her to feel the same?
The seconds are ticking by. Each one is so valuable.
I hold her and stare at the ceiling as she falls asleep on me, hoping she’ll be in love by the time she wakes up.
Our fate depends on it.
CHAPTERSEVEN
Anna
The bed isempty when I wake up.
I stretch out to feel Grim’s warmth, but I feel nothing but cold sheets.
“What a night,” I whisper to myself as I stretch out and stare up at the ceiling. I still have an aching down there, but it’s not the aching of lust. It’s the aching of being stretched and filled up so completely for the first time.
That was a wild night. Leave it to me to lose my virginity to a Grim Reaper. My friends called me every name in the book—prude, wholesome Anna, goody-goody priss—all because I didn’t want to lose my virginity to some random guy. They always thought I was acting like such an innocent little princess, but if they only knew. I giggle, thinking of what their shocked faces would look like if they found out that I lost my virginity to a dark gray undead being from the underworld. They’d lose their freaking minds.
I hear a crashing downstairs, which sounds like pots and pans being slammed around.
When the smoke alarm goes off, I jump out of bed, throw some pajamas and a robe on, and rush downstairs.
“Are you… making breakfast?” I ask as I grab a magazine and wave it under the smoke alarm until it stops blaring.
“I’m trying,” he mutters back.
“Oh!” I say when I enter the kitchen and see Grim in front of the stove. The first thing that catches my attention is the fact that he’s naked from the waist up. His cloak is wrapped around his waist, covering his lower half, but every single delicious back muscle is visible as he scrapes something burnt in the pan. The second thing I notice is the mess. There are dirty bowls, pots, pans, and cooking tools everywhere. Half of the fridge has been poured out on the counter and the room is hazy with smoke.
“I’m trying,” he says as he runs a hand through his hair and surveys his mess. The movement causes his big hulking biceps to move in a way that has me swallowing a moan.
“Are you watching YouTube?”
There’s an instructional video playing on my iPad on how to make pancakes. The lady cooking has a neat stack of pancakes with a slab of butter melting on top. I can’t help but notice that her kitchen doesn’t look like a culinary war zone.
“Have you ever used a stove before?” I ask, remembering that this man is from the 1800s.
“Of course,” he says with a nod. “I had a huge cast iron stove at my house. Wood burning. Top of the line.”
“Okay,” I say as I start to pick up some food and put it back in the fridge. “What about an electric stove?”
“No,” he says, “but I have seen people use it. I rendered the soul of a guy who was trying to make homemade dynamite in his oven once. He blew himself up.”
“Well, let’s not go blowing anything up,” I say as I turn off the burners. He has them all on high.
