Page 19 of Like Grim Death: Part One
I smile a little, because it’s a funny thing, hearing my husband complain about blood. My hands come to his shoulders, hard beneath my touch, even over his hoodie. “Look at me,” I command him.
He drags his gaze up my body until his eyes are on mine.
“I don’t give a fuck about a little blood—”
“It’s from another man, I don’t want—”
I clamp one hand over his mouth, silencing him. The warmth in my veins is growing hotter. We come alive like this.Always.We fight about everything else in the world, but we fuck like we’re twin flames. “You know what I don’t want?” I slide the hand I have on his shoulder down his arm, feeling his muscles flex, then I come around to his abs, lower still, dipping my fingers into his sweats and his boxer briefs. I fist his hard cock in my hand and watch his eyes darken with lust as a low groan leaves his mouth, warm against my palm. I stroke the length of him, and there’s a fuckinglotof him. Widening my thighs, I hiss when he pushes his hand down my sleep shorts, then cups my pussy, grabbing me.
“I don’t want you to be capable ofeverthinking I’d hurt our family.” As I speak, I keep my palm pressed firmly against his mouth while I stroke him faster, squeezing tighter. I watch his chest rise sharply, then fall as my thumb comes over the sticky precum on the tip of him. With my other hand, I dig my fingers into the sides of his jawline.
He grits his teeth, I can feel it beneath my hold, then he pushes his middle finger inside of me as his blue eyes narrow.
I tighten around him, my knees shaky as he fingers me hard while I’m stroking him.
“Don’t ever do that shit to me again.” I keep talking, but my words are broken, and I feel his lips curve into a smile. I dig my nails into his face, deeper.
His smile fades, but he adds another finger inside of me, and I have to lean back against the counter to support my body weight.
“Ever,Lucifer. I willalwaysprotect our family.” My eyes lock on his.
For a moment, we stop moving. He’s deep inside of me, my hand is still wrapped around his cock, but it’s like we’re holding our breath, daring each other to trust. Slowly, I slide my fingers down his lips, pulling his bottom one down too, before my hand comes to the strong column of his throat, squeezing softly.
He’s still staring down at me.
Then he moves, slowly sinking to his knees, pulling his fingers from me and gripping my inner thighs with both hands instead. He tips his head back to stare up at me and my hands come to his hair, fingers tangling in his thick, dark curls.
He turns his head and kisses the inside of my thigh, shoving aside the loose material of my shorts, exposing me to him.
My heart pounds faster, and I widen my legs more. His lips pull into a smile, then he’sbitingmine, before his tongue flattens over my clit, still holding eye contact with me. His hands are fucking cold, but his mouth is so warm.
I moan as he bites me again, then licks me, then bites.
“I know,” he says against me, demon blue eyes searching mine. His hands slide up higher, coming around to my ass, he squeezes me hard enough to bruise.
I bite down on my bottom lip to stop from whimpering, because I don’t want him to let go.
“But you’ve got it all wrong, Lilith.”
I fist the strands of his hair as he rises a little on his knees, nudging up the hem of my tank with his nose, then he bites me again,fucking hard.Tears spring behind my eyes, but I only widen my thighs more, letting his chest press against me as he keeps biting, and biting,and biting,the pressure and paindeep.
I know he’s broken the skin when he pulls back, and I see blood on his bottom lip. He licks it with his tongue, so slowly, still staring up at me as the deep pain flares brighter, even though he’s not clamped down around me anymore.
It fucking hurts, but I like it.
“You don’t have to do anything.” He dips his head again, and it’s only then, the moment before his teeth clench against my skin once more, I see what he’s biting.
The J on my hip.
I grip his hair tighter, loving and hating the way he’s trying to ruin the mark. My eyes flutter closed and he’s clenching so hard, it’s a vivid, hot pain on my hip, a deep, soul-touching ache. He pulls my skin between his teeth, making it sting more as he rolls it out, and I’m gripping onto his curls so hard my hands hurt.
“I’m thedaddy.”My eyes open as I look at him sinking down until his bloody mouth is inches from where I want him, my heart racing so fucking fast. One of his hands still has my shorts pushed to the side, cold fingers on my inner thigh. “You don’t have to be scared.Ever again.”He presses his tongue to me, pushing up into my hole, then out, his hot mouth coming up to my swollen clit. He licks me, gently, then pulls back, meeting my gaze. His lips curl up into a snarl. “If anyone lays a fucking hand on my family…” He turns his head, nipping the inside of my thigh, softer than he did the J. “I’ll bury them in pieces.” He turns back to me, shuffling back on his knees, my hands gliding from his hair, and down by my sides. “Now get on your fucking knees, Sid.” He grabs my skin where he bit me, and I whimper between my teeth.
I know he hates it, what Jeremiah did to me. But with the deep throbbing from his bite marks, I wonder if he’ll need to make good on the threat he once gave me aboutcutting it off.I think he may have permanently fucked it up and left his teeth marks as scars.
It makes me want him more, the ways his love bloodies me. I understand that kind of love, even if I’m still learning the meaning of all the other types.
I come to my hands and knees, my bones pressing into the cold tiles, his hand flat to my spine as I angle my ass up. I glance over my shoulder and find he’s staring at my knees even as he pushes down his pants further, with the heel of his hand, then starts to stroke himself.
