Page 42 of Grim

Her shaking subsides as I separate my mouth from her lips to drink her in. I take several steadying breaths as she tries to do the same.

I rise slowly, licking her off my lips like her essence possesses a power greater than any medicine. And when I finally meet her eyes, she glows.

We are both beautifully wrecked. I’m soaked in her. Lips slick, jaw sore, but she was worth every second.

“That. Was …” she mumbles .

“Just the beginning,” I finish for her, which seems fitting, considering I did just finish for her.

Kane smirks, his green eyes burning with a dark desire.

He grips me by the hips—hard enough to leave bruises, and I don’t mind one bit.

I let out a gasp as he spins me around like I weigh nothing, manhandling me until I’m bent over.

I place my hands flat against the wall in front of me while arching my ass in the air.

The front of my dress falls forward. Kane grabs the back of the fabric and brings the skirt up over the rise of my ass cheeks.

I hear the low, metallic click of his belt unfastening. The soft rasp of his zipper coming down.

And then silence—a breathless pause.

Without preamble, without warning, without a word, Kane pushes the head of his thick cock directly between my thighs and impales his length deep into the center of me. In one confident stroke, he’s seated firmly inside my tight walls, filling every empty part of me.

He moans a multisyllabic, “Fuck,” as his heavy balls press against my clit.

The pain of his size and the speed with which he fills me elicits a pleasure I’ve never felt before, and I crave more instantly. I greedily press my hands against the wall, seeking more of this big, beautiful man.

And then he slams inside me.

One brutal, perfect thrust that knocks the air from my lungs and nearly sends my knees buckling. My body seizes around him as he fills me completely. No easing in. No tenderness. Just raw, overwhelming stretch and the sound of both of us groaning at the sheer force of it.

“You’re so fucking tight, Rue,” he snarls at my back.

His length filling me, coupled with the squeeze of the corset, makes it difficult to breathe, to even think. My hands scrabble against the wall, looking for leverage, something—anything—to keep me grounded as he buries himself deeper .

He leans over me, his mouth hot against my neck, his hips grinding forward with slow, obscene pressure. “You like that?” he growls, tongue flicking over the shell of my ear. “Being split open by your reaper?”

“Yes,” I gasp, but it comes out more like a moan. I’m already shaking.

Kane brings his mouth to the shell of my ear, licking the outside and nipping on the cartilage with just the right amount of painful pressure.

“Grim,” I moan, feeling my walls pulse, and he slows his movements down.

“Take a deep breath for me, Mayday.”

I do the best I can, filling my lungs like he’s filled my core.

“Good. Because I’m going to pound you mercilessly until I explode inside you.”

I moan involuntarily as I melt against him. My pussy clenches greedily around his cock, luring him deeper, begging for more.

“You think you can handle that, Rue?” he rasps, voice starting to fray with hunger. “Because I’m not sure I can be gentle right now. Not when you look like this. Not when you moan like that.”

“Mmhmm,” I manage to squeak as he slowly begins bucking in and out.

“Tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop. Do you understand?”

I moan again, and his hand comes down and grips the back of my neck, not hard, just enough to make me feel it.

“I need to hear you say it. Use your words.”

“Tap your thigh. Got it.”

“Twice,” he says darkly, punctuating the correction with a stab of his cock deep inside me.

“Twice,” I yelp.

He laughs. Not a kind laugh. A wicked one.

“Good,” he growls deviously.

And then my reaper begins to fill me with long, powerful strokes. Pure, ruthless energy—his hips slamming into me, his cock dragging against every nerve inside me with a ferocity that feels intentional .

He’s punishing me with pleasure. Owning me with every thrust. Using my body like it belongs to him.

“You like being fucked like this,” he snarls, his hand wrapping in my hair to yank my head back just enough.

It’s not a question, but I answer anyway. “Yes,” I choke out, heat flooding every inch of my skin. “Yes, Kane—don’t stop—”

“Does this feel like stopping to you?”

He continues his wild thrusting as I moan out, “No. It feels like …” I run out of words as sensation takes over.

“Infinity,” he growls, slamming into me harder.

My legs are shaking. My lungs barely work. And still, I press back into him greedily.

I don’t care how dangerous this is. I cannot get enough of the way this delicious creature makes me feel.

With my hands gripping Rue’s middle ensuring her dress is high up her waist and her ass is framed perfectly for my viewing pleasure, I pound deep into her tight cunt.

In a slow, easy rhythm, I pull my dick out to the tip, then push all the way back in.

Out and in, out and in, with long, brutal thrusts.

I marvel at the pressure from her iron grip on my dick.

“That’s it,” I growl through clenched teeth. “Take every inch of my big, thick cock.”

The view of me disappearing between the cheeks of her heart-shaped ass transcends art. The masters of Rococo wished they could have painted the purity of this pleasure.

“ Parfait. ”

“ Incroyable. ”

“ Maison. ”

I punctuate each word of praise with a pointed thrust, echoing my previous devotions to her pussy, but this time with more violence than reverence as I find an increasing tempo.

Rue’s ass shakes slightly at each full stab, and my balls make the most sinful sound each time they slap against her clit.

Another thrust—sharper this time. Her knees buckle slightly, and I catch her by the waist before she slips too far.

I feel a tingling in the base of my spine as my thighs begin to flex. My cock expands and lengthens as pleasure races up my spine.

Rue gasps out, “Kane. Your cock is … ah!” She cries out while trying to match my speed.

“That’s what you do to me,” I rasp against the back of her neck.

“You’re … so—mmm … so much,” she confesses, her voice pitched high.

“It’s all for you, Mayday. Only you do this to me,” I snarl.

I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back just enough to make her arch perfectly. Her spine curves like a perfect bow, her ass pressed against my hips as I slam forward again, harder now, faster.

“You like it rough, don’t you, Rue?” I grate, my voice dark and jagged, all edges. I demand an answer with an emphatic slap to both of her rounded ass cheeks.

“It hurts,” she yelps, half broken. “And I love it.”

“There can be so much pleasure in pain, ma chère .” I pound into her like I’m trying to stake a claim. Every stroke a promise she’ll feel me tomorrow. And the day after. And every one after that until she begs me to stop.

Which I hope she never does.

“You want more?” I grunt, dragging my hands along her instantly reddened ass. “Say it,” I demand with another firm two-handed smack to her backside.

“More,” she gasps. “All you can give me, Kane.”

My teeth bare in a snarl, and I drive into her with a pace that borders on cruel.

“ Tout de moi ,” I hum. “ Avec plaisir. ”

She brings her hand off the wall and reaches around behind me, clawing at my thigh, coaxing me deeper inside her. Her breath stutters. Her walls pulsate and clamp down.

“You’re gonna come again, aren’t you?” I groan. “Do it. Come all over my cock while I fill you up. ”

She whimpers, voice raw, “Kane—I—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” I growl. “You need to. Don’t hold back. Maintenant, jouir avec moi. ”

Her pussy grips me tighter as I thrust as deep as physics will allow, and we both come. Together. I slam in one final time, so deep I swear I can feel her heartbeat from the inside, and release into her with a sound that physically tears itself from my throat.

I take a moment to ensure her dress is still well clear of the space where our bodies are joined, then bring my hand around her front and grip her neck delicately. I monitor her pulse while massaging her shoulder. Parachute deployed, I hold her as we gently come down.

When our breathing regulates and the world begins to come back into focus, I whisper behind her, “My monstrous side wants you to keep all that cum inside you and have my juices dripping down your thighs all night long. However, the practical gentleman knows that would be unnecessarily uncomfortable, so stay right there, ma chère , and I will clean you up.”

Kane’s breath drags across the back of my neck, warm and heavy, before he pulls out of me.

I groan softly, my body clenching around nothing, desperate to keep him inside just a little longer.

The ache of his absence is immediate. My thighs tremble.

My cunt throbs. And when the painful thickness of him disappears, I crave its punishing return immediately.

I make a wounded little sound I didn’t mean to. He laughs behind me, low and wicked.

“Where are you going?” I breathe as I hear his shoes clop toward the bathroom.

My thighs continue to gently pulse, my knees decidedly weak. Kane ruined me, and it was divine. He’s left me here with my thighs spread, ass on full display. I can feel the cool air tickling my cheeks. I feel vulnerable and exposed like this, helpless in a way that feels somehow empowering.

I focus on my breathing, feeling my heart rate slow as I replay the intense moments that preceded this delicious calm.

The measured click of Kane’s shoes portends his return, and moments later, I hear him growl lustfully. Without warning, he licks and firmly kisses each of my ass cheeks before I feel a wet washcloth travel slowly up my inner thigh.

“It’s warm.”

He warmed the cloth to clean me? It’s so caring, so intimate that I almost choke on a small cry.

“ Bien sur, ma chère. ” His voice is velvet and full of smug satisfaction. “I would not dream of cleaning you with a cold cloth.”

He peppers several more kisses to my ass and the backs of my thighs as he takes his time caring for me.

He expertly cups my pussy with the towel, gently ensuring a thorough clean.

The vulnerability of my position to him, coupled with the care he’s applying to my body, makes me feel like a porcelain doll—beautiful yet so very breakable.

He blows gently on my center, which may have the opposite of its intended effect. Shivers run down my legs as he softly declares, “ Finis .”

He then folds the towel and places it on the edge of a nearby trash can. I turn just enough to see him pick up my panties. He doesn’t even pretend to be subtle. He lifts them, presses them to his face, and inhales like he just stumbled into a field of wildflowers.

“Are you serious?” I gasp, scandalized.

He turns those wolf-green eyes on me and smirks unapologetically.

“You smell like fresh rain, Mayday. And I will never miss an opportunity to drink you in. Now, step into these, and let’s go to a party.”