Page 98 of Grim and Oro
“I will,” she says, her voice a husky rasp. “If you don’t keep touching me.”
I’ll never stop, I want to tell her. If she lets me, I’ll keep touching her forever.
“Please,” she says. “I want everything.”
Everything. I wonder if she knows that I want far more than this single night could offer.
I take the rest of my clothes off, then what’s left of hers, gaze locked on hers the entire time, watching her breathing become more labored. Watching her lips part. Feeling her desire fanning around us in red-hot flames.
I climb over her again slowly, settling my hips over hers. I move my mouth across her shoulder, and her skin prickles beneath me, responsive to my every touch.
Her want never falters, but I sense a spike of worry. Her eyes are on me, and I understand.
She thinks ... the difference in size ...
That thought alone nearly does me in, but all I say is, “I think you’ll find we fit perfectly.”
She nods. She starts to breathe more heavily, as if preparing herself.
“Are you sure?” I ask one final time.
“Yes,” she says, and I reach between us.
At the first press of me against her, my fingers nearly turn her sheets to ash. A bolt of pleasure races up my spine.
I’ve done this for centuries, but one simple touch is enough to ruin me.
I grind my teeth together, steadying myself, and begin to push in, slowly. Every inch makes me question my sanity. Makes me question whether I’ve done it correctly all these years, becausethis—
This feels different.
I feel her flashes of pain as she gets used to me, and I stop, waiting until she urges me to keep going. My arms are trembling with restraint, with my effort not to finish, as I push in and in. And in.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I groan into the crown of her head. I trail my nose down her temple, and I curse against the place between her neck and shoulder. She’s so tight around me, her desire is so saturated, this feelstoo fucking good.
Too right.
I finally bottom out, and she clenches around me. I see stars and barely manage to fight my own release.
Then, just when I thought it couldn’t possibly feel better, she starts writhing against me, and I begin to move.
My veins are full of fire, my nerves are bolts of lightning, her head falls back, and I make a sound that is nothing short of a growl as I have her exactly the way I’ve imagined every single night since the first time I met her.
Closer. I need to get closer, somehow. I curl my arm beneath her, pressing her to my front, feeling her chest rubbing against mine.
Her legs lock behind me, and I don’t think I’m breathing.
She turns her head, cheek pressed against her sheets, as she makes a scraping sound in the back of her throat that I want to memorize, that I want to provoke every night.
Her eyes. I need to see her eyes.
I curl my hand around the back of her neck and tilt her head back to me, so her gaze meets mine.
Green. Fiery green. She’s looking at me with the same intensity she did when we were dueling. Her lips are parted, and she’s panting.
I want to make her pant more. I want to make her want this all the time, if only to give her a reason to seek me out again.
I lift her hips higher, and she bites her bottom lip, as if she is trying to keep from crying out again, as if she’s embarrassed by how much sound she’s making.
