Page 22 of Into the Night

Griffin fills me completely, setting off every nerve ending along my stretched walls as he drags in and out.

Each thrust of his hips pushes me forward into the steps, but his grip on my hair stops me from getting away from him. Not that I want to. The fullness is incredible, and my head is spinning with the sensations of him deep inside me, swelling and twitching, as he grows impossibly bigger.

“Fuck, Kali. I can’t stop.” Griffin pants against my ear, sounding as awed as I feel.

Thrusting harder and faster, frenzied now, his hold on me is bruising as my elbows dig into the wood, and splinters sting my scratched skin. My body is going to be deliciously sore after, and I couldn’t be happier about it.

“Don’t you dare stop.” I snap, reaching back to grip his ass, digging my fingers into his flesh and pulling him harder against me.

With a loud roar, he comes, buried inside me, painting my insides with his seed. I covet it, treasuring it, proud to have his cum coating my walls.

I whimper when he pulls out. The intoxicating sensation of him jerking inside of me with each jet of cum is suddenly replaced by emptiness. Slumping forward, I’m about to complain when he lifts me by my waist and carries me up the steps.

With a loud bang, he shoves the door open with his muddy boot then closes it with another kick before storming to the bedroom with me in his arms, leaving a trail of footprints across my floor. After throwing me onto the mattress, face down, he grabs me by the ankles and drags me to the edge.

I look over my shoulder at him, mesmerised by the heated way he stares down at my body.

With a satisfied hum, he strokes a finger through the mess between my thighs, pushing his cum back inside me, before he gathers my wrists and traps them behind my back in one hand. And with the other, he lifts my hips up until I’m on my wobbly knees again.

Before I know what’s going on, he’s given my ass a hard slap and is soothing the sting with a gentle caress. I gasp, shocked, but before I can recover, he’s already thrusting inside me, setting a punishing pace straight away.

“Griffin?” I mumble, dazed, barely able to speak while I concentrate on not toppling over. My body comes to life again, clamping down on his cock, determined to milk more cum from the man claiming every inch of me with his hands and mouth.

“I need to hear you come again. It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever heard.” His voice is strained as he drives into me, hard. Reaching around, he strokes down my stomach and finds my lips, parting them to tease my sensitive clit.

My orgasm starts to build, and I moan as he forces my body to react.

It belongs to Griffin now. With much less care and finesse, this time, he rubs my clit with two fingers, nipping my ear right as my climax roars through me.

I scream his name, still unable to move my hands, even though I long to touch him. My body is overwrought and exhausted from the explosive release and the punishing fuck Griffin has just given me, and I sink further into the mattress, gasping for breath.

“Mine. You’re fucking mine.” With a ferocious roar, he slams into me once more, pushing me up the bed with the force of his thrust, my mouth filling with the comforter bunched up beneath us.

I cry out as Griffin’s teeth pierce the back of my shoulder, and I fall forward, another climax making my arms buckle beneath me. I’m done. My brain shuts down and floats away as wave after wave of bliss washes over me and carries me off.

Griffin’s claws press into my soft flesh as he comes again, gripping me, holding his hips tightly to my body and grunting as his hot seed sprays my insides.

Weak and unable to stay on my knees, I sigh in a haze of contentment as he places a soft kiss to the back of my shoulder blade. I love the heat and weight of him on my back. It makes me feel small and protected.

Griffin tries to slip from my body, rolling his big bulk off me, but he can’t. His knot binds us together, and I can feel his panic when he can’t pull away.

“What the fuck?!” The tug as he jerks his hips back makes me gasp, sending another ripple of delicious pleasure through my body.

“Relax. It’s just your knot. You’ll be free in a minute,” I mumble into the soft quilt as my boneless body turns to jelly. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud as my eyes drift shut. Maybe I should explain better, but my brain can’t function. He’ll figure it out.

Griffin holds me tightly and rolls us to the side, turning us so he can curl up behind me. Stroking his hand along my hip and waist, his chest rumbles against my back, the vibrations relaxing me even more. His heart is pounding, but his beast is content, just like mine.

As sleep takes me, Griffin kisses my cheek. “That was incredible. Thank you.” He sounds stunned.

I smile and reach over my shoulder to stroke the back of his head, unable to speak in my orgasm-induced trance. Wrapped in his arms, with the safety of his big body behind mine, I drift asleep with a smile on my face.

But it doesn’t last.

Waking up alone just hours later, I pull back the blanket someone has carefully placed over me. There’s no sign of Griffin, and his scent has faded. He’s been gone for a while. I sigh and cast my gaze around the small space. His boots are nowhere to be seen.

On the table, there’s a folded piece of paper, and my heart sinks.

I know a Dear John letter when I see it.

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