Page 36 of Grim’s Angel

I press deeper until my hips meet hers and I am buried fully inside her. Her pussy grips me with every breath. Sweat breaks across my back from the effort of remaining still.

“How does it feel?”

“Full.” Her nails drag over my skin. “Good. Move.”

I withdraw halfway and thrust back into her with care.

Pleasure rips up my spine.

Her mouth opens on a broken cry.

I repeat the stroke, learning the depth that makes her body soften and the angle that makes her nails bite harder. Each thrust grows firmer as she meets me, her hips rising to take everything I give.

“That’s it,” I tell her. “Take my cock the way you want it.”

Her pussy clenches around me.

“You like hearing what you do to me, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then hear this. Nothing has ever felt like being inside you. Nothing ever will.”

I slide my hand between us and rub her clit in time with my thrusts. Her cries grow louder, each one stripping another layer from the control I have lived behind for years.

“Let me hear what belongs to me in this room.”

She shudders. “I thought nothing belonged to you unless I gave it.”

Pride moves through me, dark and hot. Even stretched around my cock, my Angel holds me to my word.

“Then give me the sounds. Keep everything else until you’re ready.”

She gives me one when I drive deep again.

Her orgasm begins around my cock, her pussy pulsing so tightly I nearly lose myself with the first contraction. I keep my fingers on her clit and thrust through every wave, watching her face as pleasure takes her apart.

“Grim.”

My name leaves her as a plea and a claim.

I bury myself to the hilt and come with a groan torn from somewhere beneath language. Release pounds through me while her body continues clenching around my cock. I hold her against me until the last pulse fades and neither of us has breath left to speak.

For a long time, neither of us moves.

Then she whispers, “You said nothing ever will.”

The promise I let slip returns to stand between us.

I raise my head. “I did.”

“Was that something men say during sex?”

“I don’t say anything I don’t mean.”

Hope makes her vulnerable in a way fear never has.

I brush damp hair from her cheek. “I don’t know what happens after we stop the men hunting you. I know I will still want to wake beside you. I know the thought of taking you back to Black Pines makes me violent. And I know nothing about you feels temporary to me.”