Page 108 of Grim
There’s an awkward silence in which Kane’s eyes never leave me.
“You’re staring,” I say, my voice too light, too shaky.
He tilts his head, scowl fixed on my mouth. “Yes,” he rasps, “I am. Would you like me to stop?”
“No,” I admit easily.
“Good, because I’m not sure I could anyway.”
His lips twitch, but the usual snark doesn’t come. Instead, he just stares, jaw tight, eyes molten.
“Rue,” he says, low and steady.
I swallow. “Yes?”
“I’m not sure how I feel about other people seeing you in this decadent outfit. I don’t want anyone getting any ideas.”
I smirk, lifting my chin. “Better stay close then.”
Kane’s smile is sharp as a blade. “Oh, I will.”
He inches toward me with deliberate clicks of his heels on the wood floor.
“Lift the front of your dress up, Mayday. Now.” His voice is rough, and it hits me low, curling in my gut like a match just struck.
“What?” My breath catches. “Why?”
His eyes drop to the hem of my gown. His gaze moveslike hands—tracing, claiming—and when it comes back to mine, it’s not the usual simmer.
“Because a dish this delectable,” he says, each syllable deliberate, dragged out like he’s savoring them, “cries out to be eaten.”
He closes the distance between us, the heat of his presence catching fire against my body. His stare makes my knees consider collapsing.
“I’m going to feast on your cunt,” he whispers, so close that I feel the words slide down the slope of my neck, “until you come down my throat.” His voice is low, dangerous, and somehow still calm, like a storm on course for land.
My pulse roars in my ears.
“And then,” he growls, “I’m going to flip you around and fill you from behind. Hard. Deep. Until we are both writhing and shaking with a desperate release so primal and feral it’ll echo in the walls of the OtherWorld.”
“Oh.” It’s the only sound I can formulate. A pathetic, breathless vowel. Not even a real word—just the sound of surrender.
My fingers tremble slightly as I reach for the fabric. The air feels electric, like the moment before a thunderclap. Every nerve in my body is dialed to him.To this.To the weight of his words still ringing in my ears, dragging need down my spine like a blade made of fire.
I raise the dress up slowly, exposing the tops of my thighs, then higher still, until the cool air kisses my bare flesh, and I stand before him, open and waiting. My chest rises and falls in shallow little gasps. I don’t dare speak.
Kane stares. And stares.
And then he slowly sinks down to his knees.
A silent act of supplication before he devours me.
The second Rue’s fingers wrap around the hem of her dress and she brings her hands to her waist, I pounce.
Not like a man chasing hunger—no, I move withpurpose. A predator on the hunt who already knows his prey will surrender. My hands slide up her bare legs, my fingers tracing over her calves, her knees, her trembling thighs. An appreciative groan escapes me at the sight of her mound hiding behind a thin strip of black lace.
I glance up just once, locking eyes with her. She’s flushed, breathing shallow, trying to stand still.
“These come off,” I rasp, tugging at her panties. “Now.”
