Page 120 of Into the Isle

He cupped my wet center with my slacks down at my knees. Grim didn’t even bother ripping my pants completely off before he became lost in a daze of desire. His cock pulsated against my belly and spilled more precum onto my bare skin.

I let him unclothe me, witness me in my entirety, kiss me, and now I was allowing him to trace his fingers over my slick cunt and plunge his fingers inside me.

I rode his hand, my back against the tree, letting out a small moan. “Oh gods, Grim. It feels fucking good.”

While I “allowed” him to do these things, I wasn’t sure I could have stopped him even if I wanted to.

Luckily for me, I didn’t want him to stop.

He pressed forward, smearing his fluids against my pelvis before I guided his cock. “Okay, big boy,” I whispered in a thick, raspy tone in his ear. I was on my tiptoes now, grinding my body into his.

The thick topside of Grim’s dick slid between my thighs, giving me needed friction along my throbbing clit as it dragged over me. I squeezed my warm thighs around his length and he bucked his hips once.

With a growl in my ear, he bent his head into the nook of my neck and nibbled on my earlobe, then peppered kisses along my nape.

I short-circuited. He knew exactly what he was doing. He might have been lost to a lust I didn’t understand, but this was nothing new to him.

To me, it was a rush of excitement—new, exhilarating, fresh. I couldn’t stop my heart from beating out of my chest as Grim devoured me.

“I don’t know if you’ll fit,” I told him. The giant man remained mute and wrapped around me, crowding me against the tree. “But I’ll try.”

Gently, I slid my palm to the ridge of his monster cock and positioned him along my slick lips. He lifted my right leg with one of his big hands, clutching under my thigh and hoisting it up so he could move closer.

His hips thrust. I inhaled sharply, holding my breath as Grim’s cock plunged inside me. My eyes fluttered, tears pricking the corners. He was too big. I felt full in an instant—stuffed, content, and already losing my mind.

When he let out a needy purr close to my ear, I unraveled and came on the spot, without him needing to move a gods-damned inch inside me.

I clamped my muscles around his cock and it only gave him motivation to thrust harder, deeper. His ass tautened and he drilled inside me.

My head fell forward from the intensity that ran through me, landing on his muscled chest. He wrapped his arm around me in a tight embrace, keeping my right leg lifted and bent at the knee, and then began to move in a slow, forceful rhythm.

The tree behind me groaned almost as loudly as I moaned while Grim fucked me in the clearing. I looked down, dumbstruck with how far he stretched me and how good it made me feel. I’d never had something so large, so beautiful, inside me, and I lived in the moment.

I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Fuck me harder, Grim. Oh gods, please.”

His low growl returned. His eyes flared dark, a wicked expression overcoming his face that almost looked like he was about to shift into a bear again.

His hands moved from my side and leg, sliding over the swell of my hips, down to the curves of my ass. He cupped both cheeks and abruptly lifted me into the air. My feet dangled and kicked as he speared me on his cock.

With a grunt, he pushed my spine against the tree trunk. I bared my teeth and grimaced from the quick pain that lanced through me. It was drowned out by the sheer pleasure of him railing me, keeping me full and stretched.

My eyes widened when he took me airborne. I instinctively wrapped my muscled thighs around his middle, planting my calves and ankles on his flexing ass.

He pumped me hard against the tree, jiggling my body against it while he used me like a toy. Losing himself to the heat of the moment, to the full moon that commanded him, and the silver-haired woman who demanded his attention and lust.

My toes curled. The crack of desire exploded into fragments behind my eyes, stars shooting as I came a second time.

I hugged him tighter, begging him for more.

He moved faster, hips bucking, a roar escaping his lips—loud enough to send the nightbirds in the trees fleeing from their nests, cawing into the air.

With a gasp, I rolled my head back. My eyes swam wildly, feeling that huge piston thrust inside my canal, punching and reshaping me to his liking.

“Ravinica.”

His voice, low and firm—the Grim I remembered.

I hugged his head against my breasts as bounced me on him, crying out, “Oh Grim!”

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