Raine’s flush of frustration deepened to a flush of shy but desperate lust.
Grimm rose like a sea god between her thighs, took her ankles in his hands and spread her legs straight out in a split, pushing her legs down as far as they would comfortably go—and surprisingly to her, they stretched all the way with ease. He released her ankles, massaging the muscles of her calves, her knees, then the muscles of her inner thighs before he began petting her quim with his long, rough thumbs. She kept her legs stretched as his touch scorched her body, making every nerve-ending feel as if it had been connected to a live wire.
Raine hadn’t known she was so flexible, but it did feel so amazingly good to stretch out her muscles. It also made her feel a bit naughty, displaying herself so boldly, and that’s what made her hold the position when he released her.
What trumped all was when Grimm grabbed his cock again and stroked it over her completely exposed and vulnerable sex. He gently tapped her pink, swollen flesh with it a few times, making her hips buck. His other hand stroked over her hipbone, up her rib cage, squeezed her breast and nipple then repeated the process in reverse. He held her hip down firmly, steadying her, and started to press the tip of his cock into her pussy, looking down where their bodies would be joined as if mesmerized.
When the tip of his cock entered, it felt like a fist was trying to press into her. Technically that wasn’t far off the mark, so far as size and scale were concerned. But his skin was velvet over lava and her quivering sheath simply melted around him, accepting him so completely that, while the fit was snug almost to the point of pain, after a tense moment, he was in. With an odd sensation, like a pop, the dark, mushroom-shaped crown upon the head of his huge phallus was at last inside her.
For several breaths Grimm did not move. He held himself still, his hands rested on her splayed thighs so gently they almost weren’t there. Stars exploded, forming super novae in his eyes.
He let out a long breath and seemed to come back to himself from a great distance. He stroked her thighs with the very tips of his fingers. He caressed her calves and feet, even the spaces between her toes, and then repeated the sequence of caresses. He did not stop at her thighs though, instead he moved his hands to where their bodies were joined and reverently massaged her labia, plumping it against his shaft, then smoothing it away so he could look at her fully displayed.
A more sinfully wicked sensation Raine could not imagine.
With a ragged, indrawn breath, he began to move. He undulated his hips, using muscles that no human man could possibly possess, moving with such alien grace and dexterity that this alone almost made her shatter around him. He did not enter her one millimeter more, instead he worked the fist-sized bit of him so that it moved in tight, lazy circles, lathering her cream, drawing forth moans from her lips as if they were golden coins to be won. Grimm was tireless, performing his exotic dance between her thighs, his hips loose and limber, his cock slippery inside her tight body, his hands touching her skin wherever he could reach.
Raine tried to make him move faster. She tried to buck up into his movements and take in more of him, but he was having none of that—he would not let her move. Grimm held her down easily with one hand on her hip, keeping her trapped in her deeply split-legged position. Even with only that one hand he was physically superior—she couldn’t win against him. He was determined to enter her at his own pace.
Raine groaned with mounting frustration.
Grimm made an animal sound in the back of his throat, a satisfied, arrogant sound that made her want to scratch him, but Raine was afraid to awaken the beast inside him so she held back and merely clutched his forearms with her fingers. He stroked her clit with a slippery thumb, his eyes reading her face like a book. He lived inside her mind—their connection stronger than any stupid cord formed out of duress—they had always lived in each other’s minds, right from the start.
“Shhh, love. It will be worth the wait, I promise you.”
“I hate you,” she panted. “Why don’t you ever lose control?”
He undulated against her. “Oh I have lost control with you too many times to count, Nightingale.”
“Lose it now,” She pouted, trying and failing to surge upward with her hips and take in more of his sweet thickness.
A slow satyr’s smile rode his lips. His eyes blinked lazily as he savored her efforts. “No.”
She slammed her palms on his rippling lower abs and dug her nails into his skin—not hard enough to break his gorgeous flesh, but hard enough to get her message through—warning him that she could only be teased so much before things got serious.
He laughed, which might have sparked her temper had it not caused his erection to flex deliciously inside her. “Shall I stop this?” He withdrew a couple of inches, leaving her cold, urgently wanting.
“No!” she shrieked, reached down to grab his shaft with both hands. “Please, I need you!”
Grimm grabbed her wrists before she could touch him and slid back inside, giving her another inch for good measure. “I need you too.” He looked down at their joining. “I want to make this last, but you are not helping.”
“I want you inside me,” she moaned, moving her hips on him. “All of you.”
He transferred her wrists to one hand and put them up above her head. He held her hips still with his other hand and took some deep breaths, eyes closed as if he were meditating. “You are being difficult, woman.”
“It’s not my fault I’m addicted to your cock,” she said salaciously, licking her lips with deliberate lewdness. “You can’t expect me to be happy with such a tiny taste, can you?” She couldn’t move her hands or her hips, but she could move her torso just fine. She shook her chest, making her tits bounce, as much as they could, being as small as they were, but judging by the instant tightening of Grimm’s grip and the sudden surge of his hips into hers…the size of her breasts was just fine with him.
Grimm leaned into her body.
She felt her eyes widen.
Their gazes locked.
“Grimm…I…” She wanted to tell him so much. She wanted to say everything that was in her heart. But there was so much to say; she didn’t know where to begin.
“Shh.” His breath was like a spiced desert wind on her lips. “Say nothing. Only feel.” With that, he gave her everything that was his to give.
He filled her with all that she could take in one powerful thrust of his hips, robbing her even of the breath with which to scream his name.
The look of intense passion on her face made him groan and begin the movement that would bring them both to the peak of aphrodisia. He brought her legs together, bent her knees up to her chest and leaned against them, pumping his hips into hers repeatedly.
Their bodies formed the erotic music of skin slapping skin. Wet slurps of her cunt trying to keep his shaft held tight inside her body when he withdrew, greedy gulps when he thrust back into her as deeply as he could.
Grimm rode her hard, but every time Raine edged too close to an orgasm, he paused. Every time he was about to peak, he stilled completely and his gaze went blank—as if he’d left his body and the room entirely.
It was never enough. It was always too much. They changed positions, finding new ways to deepen their connection. Grimm lowered her legs again, draping her feet over his arms, pulling her toward him so that she hung off the edge of the slab completely. He made his thrusts shallower, but faster. Raine’s breasts bounced and her breath came between her teeth in little gasps as she experienced a heightened arousal unlike any before.
Grimm’s tight sac stung the globes of her bottom when it slapped against her. Occasionally his pubic bone ground deliciously on her nub, providing enough friction to make her pussy grip reflexively until they were both moaning and gasping in tandem. Sizzling beads of sweat dripped from his brow to fall on her dampened flesh, their scents mingling into an exotic floral perfume only they could create. His hair caressed her face, throat and arms and when he dipped
his head to kiss her lips, neck and breasts, his hair tickled her belly and inner thighs as well.
He pulled out of her, the juicy echo of their separation loud in the room. Raine groaned in disappointment and reached for him like a junkie wanting more, always more.
“Turn over, love,” he said, already helping to move her into position.
When she was on her belly, he moved her legs so that she was doing a split once more, nearly perched at the edge of the slab. She felt his fingers, felt him position his cock against her and went rigid, fear surprising her.
“I would never hurt you,” he vowed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Trust me,” he whispered in her ear, until she relaxed fully back against him, and thrust into her from behind.
This was heaven. Raine moaned, the animal depth of her pleasure forming a song she’d never sung before, one raw and wild and savage.
In this position he was able to enter her more deeply. His hips pumped into her powerfully, his body joining hers completely. His hands first squeezed her bottom, separating her cheeks so that he could see where they were joined.
Raine sang her savage song over and over until she was gasping for air.
Grimm thrust deeper, and once he knew she was comfortable with the depth and strength of his penetration, he reached up and around, cupping both her breasts, covering her with his body.
Raine turned her face sharply and met his lips with hers. They kissed passionately and their mating turned very serious. He thrust even harder. Ever deeper. She moaned with a sonorous voice and he caught the sound with his kiss, returning it with a baritone vibration that reached down into her throat to pierce her heart.
Their eyes opened, their gazes met, their souls entwined.
The tenderness in his look sank its hooks into her heart. He was a gorgeous beast, her Traveler. A valiant warrior. A masterful lover. A perfect mate.
And this was his farewell.
She felt it in every move he made inside her. She smelled it on his skin, tasted it in his kiss. He was saying goodbye.
Raine grabbed his hair and kissed him harder. She clamped down the walls of her sex as hard as she knew how. If this was how he thought it was going to end then she would give him such an end!
She let her eyes drift shut.
Raine imagined that her whole body was surrounded by a white-gold halo of light. She envisioned it until her eyes watered from the brightness of the halo, until her head hurt from squinting against the light. She let that halo encompass Grimm as it encompassed her. Let it envelop them both. But that wasn’t enough, and she knew it. She wanted him to feel this light, to be it. The way she could feel it. The way she was the light.
She let the light flow through her, through their cord, and let the light flood into him. She let it fill him until spilled out into the halo. Until he glowed, exuding the brightest light of pure life—freely, lovingly given. The most powerful magic in the universe.
At the very second when he felt the warmth of that life, she thrust her whole body back against him, taking in every inch of his massive cock, forcing his orgasm on him with ruthless carnality. He threw back his head and roared, his seed pumping into her with enough intensity that it filled her and overflowed, splashing against the mouth of her womb and then leaking out of her pussy like rich, sweet cream. Grimm’s fingers dug into her hips and Raine was pleased to know that they would leave marks behind—he was that far gone. She had done that, made him lose all control. She’d pushed him over the edge. His hips pumped into her lightning quick, her sheath so lubricated that it was almost easy now for him to slip and slide inside her body.
Grimm’s climax, his intense and unabashed reaction while he came, was all the stimulation Raine needed to send her straight into the most astonishingly fulfilling orgasm she’d ever experienced in her life. It stole her breath, her sight, her reason. Her world narrowed to two things—Grimm and the pleasure he wrought from every nerve in her body.
Raine was so engrossed in her own ecstasy that she hardly noticed when the room began to cave in around them.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Nightingale, what have you done?” Grimm rasped, panting, collapsing upon her.
The torment in his words rattled her.
He rolled off her and stood, reeling as if drunk, a stricken expression blanching his face while dust and tiny crystals fell from the ceiling. Raine had no idea what she’d done, or if this was even her doing. The walls had begun to shake.
He held his hands in front of his face and his eyes went wide. “Raine!”
Now it was her turn to blanch. Crap in a hat, he could see the light illuminating him—he shouldn’t be able to see that. He looked down at their cord and…eff, he could see that now too! He hadn’t been able to see it before, she was certain of it. The light was energy—raw life—and it was hers. No one else save a Daemon, who hunted those like her who had ample energy to feast upon, should see that light. The cord was another thing entirely. So far as she knew, besides herself, only Daemon and Obsidian gave any indication of seeing the cords. The creatures didn’t seem to notice them. And Grimm had been oblivious to it until now.
But Grimm could see it plain as day. Raine wasn’t sure what that meant.
She held out her hands, hoping to calm him. “Grimm, let me explain—”
“No. No. Do you have any comprehension of what you have just done?”
She offered a tentative smile, hoping to make him understand. “Yes—I’ve made certain you’ll survive this—”
“What you have done is hasten the destruction of this world!” He released a broken cry and took her face in his hands, tears riding the edges of his brilliantly glistening eyes. “Oh my love, why couldn’t you just let me go?”
Raine was shaking her head, tugging at his hold, unwilling to believe, incapable of accepting what he was saying. “No, Grimm. I’ve made you stronger—”
“You have made her stronger.”
“What?” she sputtered, “N-no, you don’t understand—”
The ceiling gave a great belch and Grimm looked up as the candles sputtered and went out, one by one. He grabbed his cloak, wrapped her up in it and lifted her in his arms. Raine put her arm around his neck and held on tight. Great chunks of stone fell about them now, crashing to the ground, sending shards of quartz, diamond, ruby and obsidian, all as sharp as razors, scattering about them. With Raine held tightly against his heart, he Traveled to the next room.
It wasn’t faring any better than the one they’d exited. The walls split and putrid, dead air filled the room like poisoned gas.
From the hearth, a fire bloomed, and a voice began to speak in loud but measured tones that belied the drama of the words. “The Realms are breached. To arms, to arms. We fight or we die. The Realms are breached.”
Raine met Grimm’s gaze and wondered if she hadn’t lapsed into a vivid hallucination. “What’s happening?” Her voice was small and scared, even in her own ears.
“You’re hearing the city’s emergency warning system.” He kissed her temple, sheltering her in the chaos. The room shook. “This madness is from the Leviathan trying to break through. That bitch has been in the Gray Land with me all this time. I tried to warn you, tried to keep you away. She still feeds on you, Raine. You are her obsession. She feeds on you through me, through a connection she forced on me. She siphons energy from the life you give me so freely, and I fear that now she may have tasted more than she needs to cross through the threshold into this world. She may be too strong for me to restrain.”
“Oh my God,” Raine gasped.
“When she is strong enough, that whore of Babylon will tear asunder the fabric of our realities and break this world, devouring any who stand in her way.”
Raine’s insides twisted into knots, every word he spoke driving daggers into her soul. Her guilt bloomed like a mushroom cloud after its nuclear detonation—why did she always cause calamity when she only wanted to do what was right and good?
Because you were selfish. He told you to let him go.
“Grimm, I’m so sorry—”
“Never be sorry for loving me.” His heart was in his voice and he meant what he said, but it only made Raine’s pain that much greater to have him champion her despite all that had happened, to unfailingly work to assuage her guilt when there was no denying that everything had gone wrong because of the poor choices she had made.
Raine wept that he loved her so much he was blinded to her faults. She deserved his wrath, not his loyalty. She felt like the lowliest of cowards for letting him down so egregiously. She had failed him.
She would not fail him again—she vowed it.
Grimm read her thoughts in the lines of her face and shook her. “Stop it. I can’t have you lose faith in us now, Raine. I might be able to stop her, there is still a chance. She is not through the veil yet.”
He bent his head, took her lips and swallowed any protest she might have had. She parted her lips and took the gift of his tongue.
But of course, Grimm gave her something more than a simple kiss.
He breathed into her all the vitality she had given him. The magic that she had tasted on his mouth so often, that wondrous flavor she had no name for, it was the return of all the energy and life she’d been feeding him all this time—either knowingly or unknowingly, before she had even realized he’d been trapped, wavering between this world and the next.
The brilliant halo of light that had enveloped him slowly dimmed. He broke off their kiss and stumbled back, pulling his cloak off her as he fell. When he would have crashed to the floor, something came through the wall, something Raine had hoped never to see again.
A tentacle.
It was a ghost of an image, transparent, more dream than reality. No bigger than a sofa, just the tip of a much larger appendage, but it was big enough and real enough to sweep in and wrap around Grimm.
Grimm was too weak or unwilling to fend it off, but not so weak that he didn’t push Raine out of the line of fire before it took hold of him. The appendage was just dexterous enough to pull Grimm back through the hole it had torn—metaphorical and physical—in the wall, even as Raine screamed and reached for her mate in vain.
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