Page 70 of Friends With the Monsters
I don’t even have a chance to respond before my back hits the softness of my bed. I’m surrounded by my own pillows and blankets with Grim over me. In complete contrast to his harsh words, his lips dip down to mine softly. He nibbles and kisses me like he’s begging for permission to deepen the kiss.
The power shift is swift, and not all that welcome. If I thought I could become addicted to him before, now I’m worried I already am. I open my lips, and he slides his tongue into my mouth, turning his head from left to right as his lips dance over mine.
I lift my knees to cradle Grim between my thighs. It seems my body hasn’t received the message that I’m supposed to be resisting the temptation or, at the very least, I should be the one in control.
Instead, I find myself regretting the fact that I can’t make my clothes disappear the way he can. My fingers travel over his back, and his skin is as smooth as silk. I can’t feel even the smallest imperfection as I reach lower and grab hold of his ass. Grim hisses as I push him harder against me.
I turn my face away from him so I can catch my breath, but he continues kissing my jaw and neck. “Let me in, Damiana,” he purrs into my ear. I know he’s not referring to just my body. I bury my face in his neck. I wish I had the willpower to refuse him again, but I don’t. I don’t even want to try.
Grim slides his hand under my shirt, and my breath catches as his warm palm skims up my ribs, his long fingers trailing up my side until he finally cups the underside of my breast. “I want inside you so fucking bad, my body aches.”
Oh lord, don’t tell me that Grim, my stoic gentleman, is a filthy talker. I don’t think I’ve even heard him curse before the last ten minutes.
My back arches off the bed when he brushes his thumb over my nipple. “I want to know what you taste like when you scream, when you quiver. I want to know what you will smell like after I come inside you, watch your eyes when I’m buried deep. Will I be able to touch your soul again when you come for me?”
A soft whimper of need has me clenching damn near every muscle in my body. “Shut up and fuck me!” I demand, my voice harsh. I don’t like that every word that crosses his lips makes me want him more.
“I will not just be fucking you, Damiana,” Grim whispers into my ear, and bites the bottom of my earlobe.
I hold my breath and dig my fingernails into his ass. Is this it? Was he just trying to make me desperate for him to prove something?
“I’m going to worship you, and if you’re a good girl…” Grim pinches my nipple between two fingers. My breath leaves my lungs with a heavy pant. “I’ll let you have my soul.”
Even with as turned on as I am, his words register, and I push Grim’s shoulders back so I can see his face.
“Why would I want your soul?” I search his eyes. Does he think I want to feed off of him?
Grim’s eyes are heavy-lidded as he gazes down at me. “Because it’s already yours.” Before I can ask him what he means, he kisses me again, all soft and sweet. He releases my breast and glides his fingers over my side until he reaches the waistband of my pants. He pauses there, asking for permission.
I lift my hips without breaking our kiss. I have no idea what he meant, but if he’s offering his soul, I’ll take it and hoard that shit like a dragon with treasure. I won’t ever let him leave me. I shake that thought away, scared that it even came from me.
When I allow him to pull my pants down, Grim pulls back from the kiss, giving me a few open-mouthed pecks before kissing his way down my chin and throat. His hand shoves my shirt out of the way as he uses his nose to nuzzle between my breast. I feel his tongue make a swipe from left to right before he moves his focus over to my right nipple. I cradle the back of his head as his lips pucker around my peak, slightly tugging me into his mouth.
I look down as he kisses my tit as if it can kiss him back, his tongue sweeping from left to right, then up and down. Grim’s eyes are glued to the spot he’s kissing. I watch as his lips pull back in a snarl before he snaps his head forward and bites my nipple. I cry out, and my back and neck arch clear off the bed. The small amount of pressure he’s supplying isn’t enough to hurt, just enough to make my entire body sing.
He releases the bite and returns to soft, open-mouthed kisses. When the ache subsides and I collapse back against the bed, Grim murmurs, “That was too rough,” against my skin, almost as if he’s talking to himself.
I shake my head from left to right, but I can’t come up with the right words to tell him just how fucking perfect he is. Both of his hands curl around my back and he lifts me slightly to meet his searching lips. His tongue swirls around my belly button before dipping in and out quickly. My pussy aches with an empty throb, almost like a sympathy pang.
Grim’s fingers dig into my hips as he continues to move lower. “I can smell you.” He buries his nose right above my fabric-clad pussy. His shoulders and chest swell with the deep inhale he drags into his lungs. His hand trembles as he draws his fingers over my lower stomach, pulling my pants off as he does. A slight burn tells me he’s probably leaving the evidence of his excitement on my skin. Something inside me purrs with the thought of him leaving his mark on me.
I lift my hips again, and as he tugs the material down, my cute, black panties get tangled in with the fabric. Grim lifts himself off me and kneels between my legs. His eyes are locked on my body, furiously searching every inch of my exposed flesh. I wriggle a little, wondering if he’s going to finish the job of removing my pants.
His eyes bolt up to mine. “I want to do things to you.” Grim bites his bottom lip and his head shifts from left to right in a tiny movement.
He prowls forward on one hand and reaches for my pants with the other. “What kind of things?” My voice has gone husky with need.
“I want to bite you right here.” Grim gently strokes his fingers over the flare of my hip, while his lips peel back off of his teeth. “And here.” His fingers dance to my inner thigh as he pulls my pants the rest of the way off. I swallow.
“I want every inch of my body to cover yours. I want you under me, around me. I want to be inside you so deeply, you won’t know where you end and I begin.” His words are spoken like a confession, as if he will be punished for his thoughts.
His eyes meet mine again, and his brow is furrowed. “Is that normal?”
I lean up on my elbows, his question catching me off guard. “What do you mean?”
“When you fuck, is it always like this?” Grim stares at me earnestly. Even now, his hand is flexing on my thigh, like he’s restraining himself from acting on his words.
“Wait a minute: you’re asking like you don’t have any personal experience.” I almost chuckle at how absurd that thought is. Grim doesn’t respond, so I continue, “You do what feels right to you. If you hurt me or get a little too rough, I’ll let you know. Are you a safe-word kind of guy during sex, or what?” I settle myself back against the bed.
