Page 131 of Nightbane
He removed her hands covering her chest and replaced them with his own. She stood and groaned as his calluses stroked against the softest and hardest parts of her skin, as his hands pulled and explored. Then, he lowered his head and did the same thing with his mouth.
Isla’s head fell back. She had never felt so sensitive, all her senses zeroing in on the strokes of his tongue on the peaks of her chest, on his mouth taking everything in.
His hand traveled down her stomach. Before he reached the place she wanted him, he paused, again waiting for her approval.
She parted her legs, giving it, then gasped as his fingers finally touched herright there—
He felt her own want for him and made a deep sound that rasped against the back of her mind.
“Are you always like this around me?” he asked.
Isla gasped again, then glared at him. He only grinned.
“You certainly think highly of yourself,” she said, breathless. Grim explored her with his hand, and she moaned.
“It’s hard not to, when I can feel the effect I have on you. Tell me, Hearteater, has anyone ever touched you like this?”
He knew the answer. He must. The demon just wanted to hear her say the words. She ignored him. Her eyes fluttered closed, as he pressed—
“Is it just me who elicits this response?”
Her head fell back as he kept circling. Her chest was bare to him.
“No need to reply,” he said. “The sounds you’re making are all the confirmation I need.”
She scowled. “You just like to hear yourself talk, don’t you?” His fingers slid lower, and her breath hitched.
“I do. But I like to hearyoutalk more. So, tell me.” He stopped suddenly. Withdrew his hand. “Are you always like this around me?” he repeated.
She scoffed at him. “Are you always this desperate for validation?”
“No. Not from anyone. Only you.”
She blinked, surprised by the admission.
“If you want me to continue, answer my question,” he said. He was breathing just as quickly as she was, chest heaving. “Please,” he added.
Isla knew he wasn’t used to saying that word at all. Yet, now he had said it to her multiple times.
Part of her wanted to portal away. Leave them both unfulfilled. But right now, the way he was looking at her ...
She felt truly powerful for one of the first times in her life.
“Yes,” she said, and took great pleasure in watching his eyes burn even brighter in intensity. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Leaned in until her lips brushed his ear as she said, “Always.”
Grim was unleashed.
His hands gripped her waist, lifting her into the air with little effort. He hooked her feet behind him and brought them to the bed. Her back hit the sheets, and his hand returned to where it had been. Their chests were flush, just as they had been when he had shielded her from the arrows. He leaned down and looked her right in the eye, like he wanted her to hear every word. “Next time, I’ll use my mouth,” he said. “And then, after that—”
She needed to feel him. Her hand shifted below his waist, to the evidence of his desire, and all thoughts eddied away.
He filled her with all sorts of want, and she didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to make him feel as good as he was making her feel, but just having her hand on him made his breath catch.
At least, until he gently removed her hand and laced their fingers together. He pinned her hand above her head. “Let me focus on you,” he said. “I don’t want to miss a moment of this.”
He filled her more than she ever thought possible, and she met him movement for movement, eyes fluttering closed. “That’s it, Hearteater,” he said. “Make it good for you.”
“Grim,” she said. His name caught in her throat and she clutched his shoulders.
