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“I’m already ruined," she tells me, her eyes wild as they peer deep inside my soul.
Why do her words hurt me? Why do I want to put this girl back together so bad that I’m prepared to give up all my broken pieces to do it?
Tightening the grip I have on her with the arch of my hand, I push her into the thick trunk behind her, dragging my head back enough to appreciate how beautiful she looks. Thick drops of water trickle over her pale skin, wisps of hair stick to her face, and the makeup she always wears so immaculately is smudged and ruined.
"Me too," I whisper because this… us, it’s gonna happen, and it’s gonna happen right here with this storm battling against us.
Rogue ignores all my warnings, her fingers already working the buckle of my belt. She’s clumsy in her desperateness to release me, and it makes me all the more fucking determined to take her.
I speed things up, ripping open my jeans while she works against the elements to peel her own off her legs. When she stands in front of me naked and shivering, I know it’s now or never.
Reaching both my hands around her body, I clutch at her ass and lift her off the ground, lining her pussy up with my hard cock and slamming into her without warning. A devilish scream tears from her mouth as I fill her and her fingers fist at my hair, nearly tearing it out from the root. I take her to the hilt, and being surrounded by her heat suddenly makes it impossible for me to move.
Rogue is too impatient to let me savor the moment, her greedy pussy wriggling for me to give her more. So I pull out of her slowly, then push back hard, grabbing her pretty face in my hand and pinning her body to the tree using only my thrusts. I take so much pleasure in watching her pupils dilate every time I fill her.
Rogue fucks with my head, she twists up every single one of my emotions, and I hate it and love it all at the same time.
There’s no denying that I’ve become addicted to her. Rogue owns every fuck I have left to give now, and that will be a curse for her.
It’s the choice she made, and now she’s mine. Curses and all.
My name tears out of her mouth, echoing through the trees and getting drowned out by the storm as her pussy spasms around my cock.
Her fingernails drag through my skin, tearing open my flesh and embedding into me. And as she jerks and thrashes her body against mine, she howls out a wild laugh.
I pull our bodies away from the tree, dragging us down onto the slippery earth beneath us. My hands pin her wrists above her head, and my knees slip against the earth as I find my place back inside her again. Our surroundings are insignificant, even to me, and her mud-soaked fingers squeezing between mine as I pound relentlessly inside her don’t trigger me. It’s freeing.
When she struggles against my restraint, I hold her down tighter and she retaliates by lifting her knees, gripping them around my hips, and forcing me deeper into her body.
I manage to grasp both her wrists in one hand so my other can touch her, the dirt and mud on her body don’t repulse me the way it should. I don’t need Rogue to be clean, in fact, I like that she isn’t. It gives me a purpose. I’m fully aware of the fact that I’m bare inside her, that this isn’t who I am, but Rogue seems to be exempt from all my usual compulsions.
Rogue is my fuckin’ compulsion.
I slide my filthy hand over her face, marking her skin with streaks of mud that should make me shudder, but I embrace the freedom of it. She looks so fucking beautiful dirty. When my fingers drag over her neck, I tense them a little as I pass, wondering if I could make her hurt, if I would get pleasure from watching her panic for air. But this is different from all the times before, this doesn’t need to be a test. I know now that hurting Rogue would only bring pain to myself.
I could never end her. She’s bound to me now, and that will be her punishment for pushing me so damn hard.
I feel myself getting close, my balls slamming hard against her ass cheeks and ready to offload any second. I want so much to stay buried in her tight little snatch, to come deep inside her and then watch it drip out of her.
I’ve fantasied for weeks about all the different ways I’d like to own the body beneath me. Ever since I found her waiting in my bed for me that first night.
Each time I've jacked myself into my palm, I’ve thought about decorating her skin with it.
Heat rushes to my tip, and I manage to tear myself out, just before I spill inside her. Releasing my long, hot jets onto her stomach,
I tarnish her with my mark, then use my muddy palm to rub it into her skin.
I look at her face while I taint her body, trying to recall a time when I’ve ever seen such a beautiful mess.
I expect confusion, horror, disgust. But there’s a satisfied smile as her eyes follow the hand that I massage into her skin, she’s enjoying watching me claim her.
I collapse on top of her, the wind whipping around us and our bodies shivering against each another’s while we try to catch our breath back. I kiss her hard and possessively, knowing I’m way out of my depth, but happy to fucking drown if it means I get to keep her.
I like Grimm a lot more when he loses control. He’s finally given up on whatever’s been holding him back and the man who's knelt between my legs, covered in mud, with rain thrashing around him, isn’t the Grimm I’ve come to know.
He’s been rough and punishing. I feel sore inside and out. But I’ve never felt more alive.
My heart beats wild and my pussy throbs to have him again, and I silently pray that we don’t have to ever go back from this.
