Page 62 of The Ripper

“But…”

I pressed my finger to her lips to stop her.

“I admire every inch of you, from top to bottom,” I paused for a moment. “I admire the little freckle here,” I stroked the spot right above her cupid’s bow with my fingertip. “This little cut here,” my finger traced the linear scar on her collarbone. “These are certainly in the top ten.” I gently squeezed her breasts in my hands, and a raspy moan left her. “And I have a soft spot for this part of you.”

I gripped her hips and pulled her closer to my face, so that she was now sitting on my chest, then pressed a kiss on her lower abdomen, biting the soft skin there. She winced as I continued to brush my lips all over her stomach, my eyes open and fixed on her face.

I could see the chaos in her, how much she wanted to move away from me, to hide herself, but there wasn’t a crevice of hers that I didn’t want to discover.

“Do you want to know why?”

“Yes,” she swallowed, biting down on her finger as she looked down at me.

“Because here is where our baby will grow,” I shrugged, baffled by my own words as I bit her again.

~ Children? Really? You couldn’t find something better?

I internally rolled my eyes, stopping the impulse of smacking myself over the head, but the thought shocked me too, and I shivered in sync with her. I never gave much thought to having kids, even though my father kept pestering me about needing an heir, but I didn’t want to bring life into our world, not after the way I had been brought up. But somehow, when I looked at her, God, my head was picturing all types of scenarios. Even parenthood.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” she murmured, biting her lip.

“If you really think there’s another man out there for you, Arella, you’re sorely mistaken,” I narrowed my eyes at her, my voice low and thick, almost like a growl.

~ Are you turning into a dog now?

She rolled her eyes at me, and I sank my teeth into her thigh. Partly because I didn’t like it when she did that, partly because I couldn’t help touching and tasting her.

“But apart from the physical things that wither with time anyway and bear no relevance what-so-fucking-ever to our conversation, I admire you as a whole. Your strength, and how you take care of people, even those who don’t deserve it, including me. I admire how your first instinct is to help, even if it means putting your own safety at risk.”

“I’m not putting my safety at risk,” she contradicted me.

“Remember when you came to a warehouse filled with criminals in the middle of the night wearing panties and a T-shirt?”

“Oh,” she munched on her lips, pouting.

“And while I don’t particularly like the fact that you sometimes lack self-preservation, I still admire that part of you, because you’re the most selfless person I know, Snezhinka. Angels and fucking saints should bow down to you.”

She shivered on top of me, a shy blush creeping up her cheeks as she bit down on her lip, her hand coming up to my face. When she touched my cheek, ever so gently, a wave of heat traveled through me, an emptiness settling in my stomach as her thumb brushed over my skin.

How could she carry such softness in her touch and offer it to me?

“There’s this voice in my head that keeps telling me you’re lying,” she whispered, “that you’re just indulging your curiosity, and I’m just an itch you want to scratch, one that you’ll eventually get sick of.”

I rolled us over so that I was on top of her again and made space for myself between her legs, then captured her lips in a soft kiss that contradicted my next words.

“How about I slaughter that fucking voice?” I asked over her lips as I slowly thrust two fingers into her, this time without stopping.

I swallowed her moans, absorbed them like a sponge as my mouth claimed hers. It didn’t take long for the orgasm to ripple through her body, her insides clenching around my fingers, holding them tight as she writhed beneath me. Her body vibrated under my touch, and fuck if I wasn’t going to remember that moment for the rest of my life.

I couldn’t help the impulse to taste her, and when I lowered my head between her legs, I allowed myself one brief look, nearly drooling over her before wrapping my lips around her clit.

She cried out as it was far too soon for further stimulation, but fuck me, I wanted more, and I was going to take it. I wanted to push her deeper, break her and glue her back together, make her dizzy with pleasure. If she was able to stand up immediately after, I was definitely doing something wrong.

“Grimm, stop,” she pleaded, her nails digging into my scalp as she tried to push my head away. “It’s too much…”

“Let it happen,” I whispered over her skin. “Give me one more.” I pulled my fingers out and wrapped my arms around her thighs to hold her open for me. “Allow yourself the fall,Snezhinka.” I squeezed her thighs. “I promise to catch you.”

She listened, and fuck if that wasn’t the most mesmerizing thing I had ever seen.

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