Page 18 of Behemoth

“Grace, stay still, darlin’. No movin’. Okay?”

I just nod my head, as I am unable to form any words. I’m breathless.

Francis’ finger moves to my entrance and very slowly he enters me. My inner walls contract and grasp to keep his finger in, but he pulls out and pushes in a bit harder. He repeats these actions, in and then out until I am losing my mind.

“Francis, I need to feel you in me, NOW! I’m going crazy. Can’t wait. Please, baby, please make love to me.”

Francis stands and removes his boxers urgently then enters the bed, lying on me, his weight distributed on his forearms, careful not to hurt me. He moves his hips and I can feel his long rigid cock as he moves between the curves of my legs. I shift to give him more room as he slowly enters me. The mushroom head penetrates and I absorb the feeling of him as he pushes into my center leisurely inch by inch, driving me insane. Trying not to move, my hands are clenched at my sides when I finally feel him completely fill me. His length and girth almost cause pain. Not quite though. Francis’ hands move to cup my head as he looks deeply into my eyes and starts to move like he has all the time in the world. His hips start slow but increase in motion as the moans come from my mouth. I’m struggling not to touch him, as requested, but losing the battle. I urgently grab the bedsheets and start gyrating my hips, trying to match his rhythm. Each time he plunges in I raise my hips, giving him better access and he goes deeper. I try spreading my legs even wider, and Francis takes full advantage as his hips rest into my pelvis. We both are covered in a sheen of perspiration, and I am literally keening with the intensity of my pending orgasm. My entire body is pulsing with my desire and each time his hips thrust, he is driving me closer to the edge of no return.

Francis suddenly stops and gazes down at me. Being so close to exploding, I grab his hips to pull him back in and he shakes his head, one of his sexy smiles on his face. Stubbornly my hands stay on his hips and I look at him. God, how did I find such a handsome man? His scars no longer register when I look at this devastatingly handsome man knowing he has a heart of gold.

“Francis, please I’m there. I need you to keep going. Please.”

Immediately he thrusts in and the speed he is going at is unbelievable. The feeling is something I’ve never experienced before and it builds quickly as my moans of “Oh God” and “Don’t stop” continue to come faster and louder. My body seems to be in free-fall floating and my toes curl into the sheets. It is taking over me and I’ve lost all control.

“Oh GOD, oh GOD, Francis, yes, oh yes, it’s coming. Oh the feeling is going…I can’t take anymore. It’s going to break me. Please, baby, don’t stop. YES. Yes, oh God. Yes.”

As he works feverishly to keep my orgasm going, one turns into two. As I begin to drift down, Francis pistons his hips three, four, and on the fifth and final plunge stays deep within me. The tremors moving through his body, along with the intense warm flooding of his release, are felt deep in my body. I hold him close to me as he tries to catch his breath. Time means nothing to us. Our world is each other in this bed at this moment.

Finally feeling my body lose him, Francis gently rolls off of me and gets up, tossing the covers over me.

“Be back, darlin’. Give me a moment.”

I watch him go to the bathroom and the back view is great. I hear the flush of the toilet and the faucet turn on and off. He comes back to the bed with a washcloth and I can’t decide which is better, the front or back view. Pulling the covers back, he gently cleans me. Then he tosses the washcloth toward the bathroom and climbs back into our bed. He always tends to me after. Never have I felt so treasured.

Pulling me close, he gives me a gentle kiss and places me partially on his chest.

“Let’s take like thirty minutes, then we can start our day. Okay, darlin?”

Snuggling closer I nod and wrap my arms around my man, thinking that was frigging phenomenal. Francis chuckles softly at my thought.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Francis

After a leisurely morning with my fiancée, we finally make it out of bed, shower—of course together—and have breakfast. I call Brick, just to let him know we are movin’ kinda slow, and all I get is a gruff laugh and a, “Take your time, brother.”

Now as we make our way to Emmie and Brick’s house, I try to listen to Grace talk circles around me about our wedding. Shit, to be honest, I was thinking a trip to the courthouse and bam, married. Guess that ain’t gonna happen. Listening to my woman though and hearing how happy she is I feel deep in my soul. I feel sincere contentment, something I’ve never felt before. Even with my brothers from the club and firehouse something has always been missing.

“Francis, are you even listening to me? Where did you just go? I can see that look in your eyes again. Is everything okay?”

Peeking her way, I see the concern written all over her face. Immediately I feel like shit for lettin’ my thoughts run away.

“Grace, everything is great. I was thinking to myself and realizin’ I have never been this happy in my life. Ever. Not when I became a member of the Grimm Wolves or when I became a firefighter. Woman, you have ruined me forever. All I see is happiness in our future.”

As I start to chuckle, I hear Grace’s giggles and my heart manages to fill a bit more. Never saw this in my future: a woman at my side and a little man who just really wants to call me Dad.

Turning on to Brick’s street, my head immediately starts to pound. From far away I hear Damien screaming for Emmie. What the ever-lovin’ fuck is going on? Immediately I punch the gas, and out of the corner of my eye see Grace reaching for the bar in the roof of the SUV. She glances my way and must read my face.

“Hurry, Francis, something is going on, isn’t it?”

Right in front of their house, I slam the brakes and we both jump down from my vehicle, running to the front door. I pound on the door, just as I hear soft whispers from Damien telling me to hurry. I literally kick in the door and run through the house, screaming for Brick and Damien with Grace following close behind me.

I come to a screeching halt in the kitchen as we see Damien holding Emmie’s head in his little lap, hands shaking as he tries to dial on their landline. Looking to Emmie, I see blood on the floor and between her legs on her jeans. Before I can do anything, Grace jumps into action.

“Francis, call 911 immediately. Emmie, sweetie, can you hear me?”

Emmie looks blankly Grace’s way confused. Then panic hits her face. Sheer panic.

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