Page 72 of The Ripper

“What are you doing?” she tore her lips away from mine, and let out a gasp as I cupped her over the panties.

“I’m hungry,” I rasped over her neck, rubbing over the thin lace of her panties.

“They might hear us,” she whispered as she held onto my arms.

“Then you better keep your mouth shut,” I grinned and dropped to my knees in front of her, sinking my teeth into her thigh as I took her jeans off.

She slapped a hand over her mouth and her head fell back when I slipped a finger under the elastic of her lingerie and ripped it off her body. I pushed my nose into her mound and inhaled her scent as if I was snorting the most addictive drug, then opened my mouth around her clit.

“Grimm,” she moaned as she pushed against me, and I turned feral.

“Say it again,” I demanded as I lifted her leg over my shoulder and watched her face as I flattened my tongue against her sensitive skin.

She looked down at me with hooded eyes and parted lips, which she licked before she spoke. “Grimm,” she mumbled in a breathy voice, sending tingles down my spine.

I devoured her flesh. I licked and sucked and bit until she trembled on my tongue. Her hands ran through my hair, grabbing as much of it as she could, and I made a mental note to let it grow longer so she could pull on it as much and as hard as she wanted.

She gulped as I ran a finger through her folds to spread her open before I pressed my tongue to her entrance and savored her taste.

Arella had me committing six of the seven deadly sins in a matter of seconds, and if I wasn’t already on the devil’s most wanted list, that moment of surrender from her definitely damned me to hell.

I feltenviousof everyone who had the privilege of knowing her before me, and it made me angry that I didn’t know anything about the people in her life before she moved to the States. I wanted to unleashwrathon anyone who ever hurt her, and I wished to find each and every last one of them and make them suffer. I was agluttonfor her taste. I wasgreedyfor her, because I wanted to take and take and fucking take. I felt unadulteratedlustevery second I was near her, because even when she cried, I still yearned to touch her in the most decadent of ways. And in the end, I was full ofpridethat I had her, that she wanted me.

And I didn’t regret any of it.

I would have never been able to respect her wish had she chosen to leave me, so it was better that we didn’t have to go that route, because she’d chosen to be mine, and that was all that mattered now.

She struggled to stifle her moans when I slid two fingers inside her and curled them to hit that spot that made her part with reason. As she crumbled under my tongue and I swallowed every drop of her orgasm, I knew I wanted to wake up with her taste in my mouth, with her scent in my nostrils, her body in my hands and her face in front of my eyes forever.

I was a selfish bastard.

I wanted to claim her in the most depraved ways, stain her with my malice, tear her purity to shreds. I wanted to ruin her for every other man, even if I knew there would never be another. I wanted to corrupt her with the most decadent of wishes, bend and break her, then put her back together again. I wanted to take her pleasure to the brink of pain and have her walk that edge forever.

I sat still on my knees, my forehead pressed to her thigh, panting as she came down from the high, then when I finally stood up, I pulled up her pants and fastened them.

Without any restraints, I claimed her mouth once more, allowing her to taste herself on my lips, maybe that way she could understand why I was so desperate for her.

“You’re insane,” she whispered with bated breath.

I grinned, then slid the fingers I had inside her into her mouth and watched as she greedily sucked on them.

Huge fucking mistake, because now the only image in my head was that of my cock pushing past those perfectly plump lips of hers.

“Maybe, but it seems like you’re taking my insanity perfectly,” I grabbed her hips and pressed her against my front. “You were made for me, Snezhinka,” I whispered over her mouth. “You’re my only piece of heaven in this hell we call life.”

*

Arella was changing Klaus’ bandage while Fleur fell asleep in the most unnatural position on the couch. I imagined that a woman in her situation was used to sleeping in uncomfortable ways. A fact that made me wish she hadn’t been the one who killed that motherfucker, so I could have tortured him first, so I could have made him feel everything she felt and more.

My brother, on the other hand, was acting strange. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, and when Arella finished working on him, he pulled down his T-shirt, then stood up and walked to the redhead, gently picking her up, careful not to wake her.

I still didn’t know what was going on with him. He hadn’t been himself since he saw her, and while he had his broody moments and bad days, this was different. I was almost a hundred percent sure he knew her, but how was a mystery to me.

“You shouldn’t carry anything for a few days,” Arella scolded. “Grimm can take her to bed.”

“Yeah, fuck that right off. First of all, I’m pretty sure she’s not comfortable around him because he unsettles people. Second of all, she’s so skinny I can barely feel her. She weighs like… fucking nothing,” he whispered back and set about carrying her up the stairs to his bedroom.

“Klaus, first of all, stop saying your brother unsettles people,” Arella spat out, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “She wouldn’t be safe right now if it weren’t for him.”

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