Page 96 of The Ripper

The whole moment brimmed with arousal and depravity, and there was nothing to stop me from devouring her through and through. I wanted her to writhe beneath me, to sweat, pant, moan and scream until the only thing left in her mind was me.

Without another thought, I pulled the ripped blouse off her shoulders and opened her bra, throwing it somewhere behind us, then took her breasts in my hands, their softness getting me drunk and turning me into greed personified.

“You’re driving me insane,” I groaned, and there was no room left for gentleness.

“I’d take your insanity over anything, any day,” she whispered as she pushed against me.

Every time she dug her nails into my skin, my fingers pinched her taut nipples. Every time she bit down on my already abused lip, drawing more blood out of it, I kneaded her breasts even harder.

We were aggressive, overwhelmed by the fight before and the lust that exploded out of us afterwards.

When I lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, clinging to me as if I was life itself as I stumbled to the bedroom. Her mouth fell to my neck, and she gave me no warning before sinking her teeth into my flesh. She kissed, bit, sucked and marked me as hers, and I savored each second.

Even if I was already hers.

I had been hers since the first time I laid eyes on her, and though she didn’t know it back then, she had also been mine.

Her back touched the mattress and her breasts bounced with the movement. Those beautiful eyes fluttered open as she sat up and reached for my belt, and I watched with morbid fascination as she urgently unbuckled it. That eagerness in her actions, the way she pushed down my pants as if she wanted to rip them off me, it drove me crazy with need.

“I’m not stopping tonight,” I said as I gripped her face between my fingers.

“I don’t want you to,” she answered as she gripped me at the base and stroked me a few times, then bent down and greedily licked up my length.

When she opened her mouth, I allowed her lips to wrap around my cock once, then fisted her hair at the base of her skull and pulled her head back, reveling in that hiss she let out as I pushed her back on the bed. I took off her jeans along with her lingerie in one move, then allowed my eyes to travel over her skin as I grabbed her ankles and yanked her closer to the edge of the bed. She gasped and clawed at the sheets when I took her clit into my mouth, the taste of her flooding my senses, filling me with euphoria.

I was high on her, on her scent, on the sounds she made, on the way she ran her fingers through my hair and pushed my face deeper between her legs.

Her back arched off the bed as she threw her head back, her mouth opening with each intake of breath, a pool of red spurring just above her ribcage as she slithered closer and closer to that edge I wanted to throw her off of. I slid a finger inside her and hissed as I felt the warmth envelop me, and when I added a second finger, her nails dug into my scalp and her hips lifted off the mattress.

“That’s it,” I encouraged her as I incessantly pumped my fingers into her. “Come on my face,” I pleaded before burying my mouth between her legs again.

As an answer to my prayer, her thighs shivered around my head and her entire body tensed for a second before spasming, a loud cry falling off her lips as her hips jerked against my face. I thought she was going to suffocate me with how hard she was squeezing my head, and a satisfied groan left my throat as I lazily swallowed every drop, savoring the vibrations until they subsided.

Her muscles relaxed and her feet fell off my shoulders, hanging limp over the edge of the bed.

I allowed her a minute to catch her breath as I gently laid on top of her, peppering kisses along her jaw and down her neck. I pushed her hair out of her face and held myself up as I took a minute to look at her.

“You are so beautiful,” I whispered as she opened her eyes. “How are you even real?”

“How are you real?” she whispered back, moving her fingers up my arms.

That ardent hunger had disappeared. The rage in her had died down, and her eyes regained the warmth I was used to, melting away the ice.

The secrets she kept no longer seemed to matter, as we were temporarily locked in a quiet moment in time where the danger that kept creeping closer and closer no longer existed, and fear clawed at my heart as I reached the conclusion that my life would have been empty without her, as it had been before her.

“You make me real,Snezhinka,” I admitted wholeheartedly. “What you see right now, nobody saw before you, and nobody will ever again. This me? You’re the one who makes this me possible.”

A gentle smile curled her lips as I guided her leg over my hip and positioned myself between her legs, hissing when I felt her lifting her hips and pressing her mound against my painfully erect cock.

“Be mine,” I whispered over her neck as I rubbed against her, coating my erection in her wetness, fighting the animalistic urge that raged through me.

She cupped my face between her palms, those beautiful eyes spearing into my very soul as she offered me a smile, blinking as her thumbs brushed my cheeks.

“I already am, Grimm.”

It took no more than a slight nod of her head and a spark of arousal in her eyes for me to sink inside her with one swift thrust.

I drank in every crease in her face, every grit of her teeth as she struggled to hold my gaze and not close her eyes. Maybe she didn’t know it, but I was memorizing every fraction of the moment she became completely mine.

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