Page 94 of Cruel Queen

“I feel like I haven’t left the house for ages,” I say, relishing the feeling of being back here.

“I know.”

“You do?”

Grim nods and sits beside me. “I want to kiss you,” he says, and I turn to see his eyes on my lips. “But I won’t ever kiss you without your permission,” he whispers. His statements make my stomach flutter.

I’ve longed for those lips for so long, dreamed of them.

“What if I said you shouldn’t ask?” I suck in a deep breath and continue. “You don’t have to ask to kiss me, Grim. You should kiss me when you feel the need.”

“You have been hurting,” he says. “I didn’t want to interfere with your healing.”

“I’ll always hurt. It’s a part of this thing called life.”

“Yes, I guess it is.” And in the next moment, his hands are in my hair as he presses closer. When his lips touch mine, it’s soft at first, before they become more demanding. With a hum from my chest, he picks me up and places me on his lap. Our lips are sealed together, and as I open my mouth, not breaking the kiss, he slides his tongue in, tasting me. His hands travel from my head down my body until they reach my hips, and I savor the sensations he’s reawakening within me.

I take his strong hands in mine, placing them on my breasts, which he happily allows, and he squeezes before he slips them under my shirt. As Grim massages my breasts, I grind my hips on him, back and forth, my lips moving with his in a way that has my body alight for more.

I wish I could do this forever.

I missed him.

I missed us.

I missed this.

A part of me always knew Grim was where my heart was, but the other part tried to fight it.

I always thought we could never work.

And maybe we still can’t.

But we both seem to be trying.

I don’t ask him to stop what he does, not that I even think he could. I would never ask him to.

This man is Death, after all.

And I am a witch who is in love with Death.

It’s silly, really.

No matter the trials and tribulations we went through.

We were always meant to be.

I pull back and break our kiss, though reluctant. My body is on high alert and full of need.

For him.

I stand, pulling at my clothes. And when I’m naked, I sit back on his lap, my lips finding his once more. His searching hands grip my hips, pulling me flush against him before skimming all over my body.

I now have stretch marks on my stomach, and my boobs aren’t the same anymore, but none of that matters to Grim. He touches and loves me without a care in the world.

The way he looks at me is the way every man should look at a woman.

With admiration.

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