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“That's not it, Rogue, that shit’s pretty fuckin’ serious. It’s never happened to me before, and of course, I know I’m clean, but it was still a real stupid thing to do.” He isn’t making eye contact anymore and the way he’s chewing at his fingernails shows how big a deal this is for him. “If you need me to, I can speak to Doc, he’ll get ya something to cover the other issue.” Grimm getting shy over discussing birth control has to be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Already covered.” I put him out of his misery, and when his chest sags with relief and his eyes finally raise to mine again, his lips are wearing the hint of a devilish smile.
“That’s real fucking good news.” He edges closer to me “Because all morning I’ve been thinking about how good it would feel making that same mistake all over again with you.” He pulls me up off the chair and buries his head into my neck. His teeth scraping over my skin and setting my core on fire.
“I thought you were the kinda guy who left nothing to chance.” I giggle, enjoying how his tongue soothes over his fresh bite mark. He pulls away from me, just enough to make sure his eyes meet mine again.
“You do something to me,” he confesses, his pupils stabbing into mine as his hands fist my ass cheek. “Something that makes me forget who I am. You distract me from all the things that usually send me crazy.”
He lifts me off the ground, and my thighs automatically straddle his waist.
I grip his chin in my hand and crush his lips together.
“You hurt me, and I swear to Satan, I will fuck you up,” I warn, before sliding my tongue over his perfectly structured jawline all the way to the cross under his left eye.
“I won’t hurt you.” His dark, haunting eyes make the words impossible not to believe.
Carrying me through to the living area, he lays me onto the couch and opens the front of his jeans, already stroking his cock through his colorful fist as he guides it toward me. I hook my panties over to the side to allow him access.
Grimm's thick tip glides between my pussy lips, and I grip at the plastic on the couch as he pushes himself inside me.
“It feels good inside you, Rogue,” he tells me, his fingers now entwined in my hair and tugging me back enough to give his mouth access to my neck. His hips rock into mine and I gasp at the sensation of being full of him again.
“Everything feels so fucking different now, it scares me,” he admits.
And I nod my head back at him because I get it. Everything with Grimm is different. He’s the only person whose touch I’ve actually welcomed. The first person other than myself to make me orgasm. I wish I could tell him that, but I’m too ashamed of everything in my life that came before him.
Now feels different to last night, still desperate, still intense but not rushed. It gives me the chance to admire him. Grimm seems to look at me like the world could collapse around us and he wouldn’t notice. The way he touches me is possessive and commanding and I know how much he needs that control. But surprisingly it doesn’t bother me. Call it fucked up, but with him, I kinda like giving the power over to him.
He slides in and out of me so easily, and as I feel every inch of him possess me deeper, I can’t help taking a thrill in the thought of him not ever being inside anyone else without using protection.
“Don’t pull out this time,” I breathe, wrapping my thighs around his hips tighter and holding him inside me. “I want to feel you come inside me.” He nods his head and the arch of his hand slides higher up my throat. He doesn’t squeeze like I expect him to though. Instead, he strokes his thumb over my pulse, feeling it quicken as he fucks me agonizingly slowly.
I feel the same pressure in my stomach that I remember from the night before. One different from the relief I give myself, this is far more overwhelming. It needs to release and takes over my senses, forcing me to grind against him desperately.
“Did you mean what you said, about never letting me go?” I ask breathlessly, remembering his words from last night and wanting to hear them from him again. Yes, it’s fucking needy, but it's what he does to me.
Grimm nods, and I see the flash of guilt in his expression as his fingers dig deeper into my skin. I bite my lip trying to stop the gleeful smile from spreading onto my lips. Then I throw my head back and let the pleasure consume me.
“Fuck.” He drops his head, the muscles in his arms strain when he braces them over my shoulders, his body leaning over mine as he thrusts into me deeper. I scratch my fingers over his ribs as I feel him tense, and one of his hands slide down to clutch at my hip.
He holds me steady, crushing me between his fingers as he spills his cum into me. It hurts a little but I don’t want him to let me go. Not ever.
I don’t care how fucked up he is, he makes everything right in this wicked world.
He makes me forget.
Grimm is gonna be my cure, I can already feel it happening, and now all I wanna do is be the antidote to his misery too.
This girl will undoubtedly be my ruin.
The world I thought I knew feels like it’s crumbled, and that all remains standing is her and me.
I pull out of her, wondering what the hell’s happened to me. I’m not repulsed after being inside her. My body doesn’t feel dirty. In fact, I want the scent of her to linger on my skin, and I like that I can still taste her in my mouth.
Resting back on the couch, I give my head a chance to catch up with itself, but Rogue has other ideas. I feel her straddling my lap as she fiddles with the buttons on my shirt.
“I missed you while you were gone. Is that weird?” she asks me, with a cute little frown that could almost make you forget the devastation the girl’s capable of. I shake my head back at her, maybe it’s weird for other people, but not for us. The whole time I was helping out with the others, all I could think about was getting back to her.
