“You are mine, Journey.”
It was a statement I didn’t need to know. I knew it already. Hell, we both did, but something had happened to him that made him need to reiterate it again.
“Your heart is mine.” He skimmed his hand between the shirt that hung loosely on my body. Then his hand went between my breasts. He snarled. Using the index finger, he ripped the shirt in two.
I yelped in surprise, and the other hand went behind my neck. He slid his other hands down my body, feeling every one of my growing curves.
He hummed in approval when he reached my mound and slips his finger between my soft folds.
“No underwear?” He nipped my ear. “You are feeling brave now, aren’t you?”
Was I brave?
I didn’t feel brave. I felt empowered. I was letting him love me, giving him my submission. Not only in body but in heart. We balanced each other, we completed each other. And it started with a little prayer.
He threaded his claws behind my head and pulled my hair, yanking my head back and to the side. He lifted his fingers from my pussy and rubbed them over the mark he’d made on my neck, smearing it with my scent.
“Mine forever. No one can take you from me,” he snarled. “No one.”
“No one,” I replied.
He smashed his lips against mine, his hands roaming over my body. The tightness of his leather boots groaned when he picked me up and set me on the island. He swiped all the dishes, utensils and food I’d prepared onto the floor without a concern.
Gently, he lowered me to the icy surface. My nipples grew hard as the coolness of the surface pricked my skin. He worked quickly, spreading my legs and driving his tongue into me.
He was loud in his endeavors. He was humming into my skin, licking and sinking his fingers into the depths of my cavern. I covered my mouth to suppress the sound, fearing being too loud.
My legs shook, my body reaching a high I couldn’t possibly explain. My back rose from the counter, feeling the warm air between my skin and the cool surface.
Grim pulled my hand away, his mouth lifting from my pussy. “Let me hear you scream. Let them all hear you. I want them to know you are mine, Journey!”
He lowered his mouth again, suckling at my clit, and I reached my orgasm. I cried long and loud, and Grim prolonged it by pinching my nipple and thrusting his thick fingers inside me.
I tried to wiggle away, the sensation too much, but he ferociously dug his fingers into my thighs. “I need you wet,” he mumbled between his lips. “Because I will not be gentle once my cock enters you.”
I wheezed, his long tongue licking each of the folds until he suckled again. I reached for his hair, pulling on it. I wanted him to suffocate in my pussy.
He grumbled, his free hand now messing with his belt buckle.
My heart raced at the thought of Grim being rough. He was gentle through his rut. I knew that. He was trying to hold back even when I told him to let me have it.
The animal inside him demand he fuck me savagely now.
And I was ready.
After dealing with the mayor, and gods know what the horrible man had said to him, he wanted to make sure he fucked all the other men out of me. No scent, no touch, no part of me would be unowned by this wolf.
The clinking of the belt sent me over the blissful hill again. I screamed his name, no longer caring if Sizzle heard. Grim wanted him to hear, he wanted the whole damned town to know that he was irrevocably fucking me until my body would only know him.
Once my body lay limp on the counter, he rolled me to my stomach and spread my legs. My ass was in the air, my feet could hardly touch the ground, I could just barely feel the carpet with the grazing of my toes.
He could see everything, and he definitely took the time to look.
“Fucking perfect,” he muttered to himself.
Grim pulled out his cock and the piercings of his Jacob’s ladder clinked against the zipper. His pants still hadn’t reached his ankles by the time he thrust deep inside my core.
My body spasmed when he bottomed out, hitting my cervix with a new heavy passion. The piercings tickled my clit each time his cock departed from my body.
