Page 48 of The Ripper

CHAPTER 9

NEVER ENOUGH

GRIMM

Hypnotizing.

It was the only way I could describe what it felt like to kiss her. The touch of her soft, plump lips pressed against mine sent my brain aflutter. It bore no resemblance to the hungry, teeth-rattling, tongue-tying kisses I experienced before.

No.

Her kiss was an undiscovered realm, so vast that it would take years to explore its complexity.

Her lips moved over mine so tentatively, almost as if she was testing to see what she liked and didn’t like, all while I felt as though my soul had escaped my body, floating somewhere above us, ready to fall and devour her until it made every last shred of innocence inside her disappear.

I was spilling at the seams.

My hands traveled up those thighs that made me see stars, and sneaked under her – my — T-shirt, lingering on the curve of her back, trying to pull her even closer to me, if that was even possible. Every fine hair on her body stood on end. I could feel it under my fingertips as I slowly stroked my tongue over her lips, waiting, wishing, begging her to grant me entrance.

I was never harder than in the moment when her mouth opened for me for the first time, and I was allowed to discover her taste. A soft whimper escaped her throat, one that I savored and swallowed.

I heroically resisted the impulse to rip that T-shirt to pieces, just so that I could feel her skin against mine.

We took our time getting acquainted, tasting, teasing and stealing touches.

Her palms softly pressed against my chest, and for a second I thought she was going to push me away, but they shyly traveled up until they reached around my neck. Her nails grazed my scalp, and a deep groan escaped me before I could stifle it, my hands gripping the soft flesh of her back, eliciting another moan from her, another one that I ate up like a man starved.

I wanted to record all those little, whispered sounds, then listen to them in a continuous loop when she wasn’t next to me.

My hands wandered down, hovering in the air above her ass.

I was afraid that if I touched her, the moment would have shattered, and I wasn’t ready for it to end, but when she rolled her hips on top of me, probably involuntarily, I lost my mind.

I stood up from the chair with her still wrapped around me and squeezed her flesh in my palms as if I wanted to bruise it. No. Not as if, because I truly wanted to bruise every inch of her, and I knew she would enjoy the pain, because it would also bring her so much pleasure.

Her nails dug into the back of my neck as I pulled the elastic out of her hair and tangled my fingers in her silky curls.

I pushed the utensils on the table aside, and Arella winced when I sat her down on it and kicked her legs apart to make room for myself, then I wrapped her hair around my fist and pulled her head back, moving my lips away from hers, leaving a wet trail from her chin, down to her neck.

I couldn’t stop tasting her, breathing her in, feeling her.

I licked over her pulse, feeling it spike against my tongue, then sucked her skin into my mouth and bit down on it, pulling down the collar of the T-shirt to expose more of her skin to me.

My head felt tangled in a spider web, unable to escape, and I wanted to cover her in love bites, mark her as mine.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I whispered over her neck.

She gasped as I bit into her collarbone and her back arched into me.

“I would appreciate it if you two didn’t fuck next to me,” Klaus coughed, and I snapped my eyes to him, watching as he tried to stand up, a dirty grin on his face.

She shoved me away so fast that I almost stumbled back, then she jumped off the table and put her hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him back on the bed to prevent him from getting up.

“You’re not supposed to be on your feet right now,” she told him, then lifted the bandage to check his stitches.

“I’m fine, blondie,” he shook his head, but when she gave him a scolding look, he quieted.

“What’s your name?” she asked him, reaching for a stethoscope, seemingly forgetting all about my existence.

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