Page 38 of Fenrir

Grace looked around the hallway, trying to remember where she was. The right. Hers was the door on the right.

“Behind you,” she panted.

Fenrir kissed her again, his lips hot and needy. He turned and walked them into her bedroom. Grace dropped to her feet and backed up a pace, trying to catch her breath.

Fenrir stalked toward her, but she raised her hand to stop him.

“Wait.”

He stopped and shook his head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

She stepped up to him and pressed a finger to his lips. “Wait,” she said again. She laced her fingers in his and walked him to her bed. Pushing on his shoulders, she made him sit on the edge. The queen-sized mattress groaned under his weight but held. He looked up at her, his eyes alight with desire. She ran her fingers down to the hem of her blouse and pulled it over her head. Fenrir reached out to touch her but stopped him. She unclasped her bra and dropped it to the floor. It’d barely hit the rug before he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her breasts. She raked her nails down his back as he suckled her into his mouth.

The thrumming inside her grew with each suck, flick, and tease of his mouth.

She reached behind him and gripped the edge of his t-shirt. Pulling it over his head, she tossed it across the room, pushed him back on the bed, and straddled his hips. She licked down his torso, tasting every salty inch of his rigid muscles. He moaned, whined, and bucked his hips against her core, making her want him all the more.

“Grace.”

She reached the waistband of his jeans and undid the button and zipper. He dragged her back up his body and flipped her onto her back. His vast frame blocked out the ceiling as he dove in and kissed her hard. His hand moved down her body and rubbed her again through her pants.

Shockwaves of pleasure shot through her, and she grabbed his rear and pulled his hips into hers. For several minutes they did nothing more but kiss while allowing their skin to caress each other. But when Grace felt she could wait no longer, she pushed Fenrir’s jeans down around his hips and traced her fingers up his length.

Her eyes widened. Though she couldn’t see his erection, she sure as hell felt it. She’d not even felt half of his girth when she’d stroked him through his pants at the table.

Fenrir shuddered and growled low in his chest. She stroked him gently, barely able to get her hand to close around him.

His head dropped to hers. “Grace.”

He barely got her name out, but the sound of it on his lips made her smile. She may not know precisely what she was doing, but he seemed to like it.

She stroked him again, and he groaned as his mouth dropped to her shoulder and he nipped her skin.

“I… I need to feel you,” he said. “To be inside you.”

He fumbled, getting his pants off as she slid off her leggings. Fenrir grabbed them and flung them to the floor. He poised above her and parted her thighs with his. He pressed against her entrance, but she grabbed his arm.

Trepidation coursed through her. “Fen… I… I’ve never… You’re so big.”

As if reading her fears, he swooped in, kissed her gently, and ran his fingers between her folds. Grace arched into his touch as her body grew slick. He’d rubbed her through her leggings not ten minutes before, but even so, it didn’t compare to the feel of his hands on her bare skin.

He slipped one large finger inside her, stretching her. He worked his finger in and out of her as she gripped him tighter.

“Fen, I need you.”

His gaze connected with hers. “Are you sure?”

No. But her body wanted him just the same. She nodded.

He pulled back his hand, lined himself up with her entrance, and pressed inside her.

Grace bit her lip as his extreme bulk spread her wider than she thought possible. Pain shot inside her, and she bit her lip harder.

“Oh, my gods, Grace. You are so tight. You feel so…”

Fenrir pushed further in, and something tore inside her. She let out a silent scream as he continued to push onward. A tear leaked from her eye, and when he’d seated himself fully inside her, he lifted his head to look at her.

His eyes went from bliss to terror in an instant. “Grace?”

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