by Anthology
Heat dances along my skin, even if the old house carries a draft. With her, like this beneath me, my world is lit with fire and it blazes between us.
Between sweet murmurs and heavy pants, she pushes her hair away from her face as I stand up and strip. All the while she watches, her small hands drifting down my body along every inch I’ve kissed myself.
With one knee on the sofa, I lift her legs up, hooking her thighs under my arms and spreading her for me. With a mewl of protest, her hands rest against my chest.
Her lips stay parted but she doesn’t tell me no. She doesn’t tell me to go easy on her. She wants this as much as I do.
I’m merciless as I slam into her with a single swift stroke. Her breasts press against my chest as she reaches up, clinging to me. I wait a moment, deep inside her, loving how she pulses around me and wait for her to stretch. Taking my time, I pull out slowly, not all the way though and then slam back into her.
She cries out, her head pressing into the sofa cushion and her eyes shut tight. “Please,” she murmurs and I do it all again, not knowing what she begs for.
My thrusts come faster and faster, a cold sweat lining the back of my neck as I push her pleasure higher and higher, waiting for the merciful fall.
The sound of me slamming into her over and over combines with our heavy breathing and it fuels me to fuck her deeper and faster. To take her with the primitive need that drew us together from the very beginning.
My toes curl as I fuck her deeper and harder, needing more of her as I get closer to my own release. Not yet. I bury my head in the crook of her neck, grinding the back of my teeth and needing her to come again on my cock before I can even think of giving in.
“Fuck!” she cries out and I mute her cries with a bruising kiss, not relenting my pace in the least. The sounds that pour from her lips are barely audible as her fingers dig into the cushion, as if she needs something to hold on to.
My heart pounds harder with every thrust.
“Come with me,” I command her, my voice strained. Pushing her calf to my shoulder, I angle her deeper and bring my thumb to her clit, ruthlessly rubbing and bringing full on screams of pleasure to her reddened lips.
And that’s how we come undone, rushed and desperate, raw and tangled, bared and lost in one another.
Scarlet
With my back to his front, his heavy arm draped over the curve of my waist, we both watch the fire. His lips rest in my hair as he murmurs again how much he missed me, how much he craved this.
It feels as if I am his everything and the words tumble over themselves in the back of my throat: he feels like my everything.
The warmth of the flames lay over my exposed skin until Grim pulls the knitted navy blanket over us. It’s barely enough to cover us, and I bury my feet beneath his calves.
There’s a rough chuckle that comes from him with the act and then another kiss at my temple.
I could stay forever like this. Not a care outside of this room. Just wanting to be held by him, all the while, my hand lays over his, our fingers laced.
My heart beats along with his when his phone rings, the sound muffled from his jeans laying over it. The sofa groans as he leaves me, checking it and answers, “Walsh.”
There’s a pang of pain as he does. With the floorboards protesting his steps that lead him away from me.
I lay waiting, wanting him to come back to me while thinking of the many names others have called him on the other end of that phone.
Cody. Marcus. Walsh.
I asked him once why some people call him Cody and the others Marcus. He said it’s because they don’t know him and that’s the way he wants to keep it.
Before I could pry any further, he told me, I only want to be your Grim.
And I believe him.
Because all I want to be is his scarlet angel.
My throat is dry when he comes back, two tumblers of whiskey from my kitchen in his hand. I accept one and take a deep gulp, letting it burn in a soothing way as he settles back behind me.
“Are they stealing you from me again?” I question him, watching as the fire licks up the log, cracking it and leaving blackness in its wake.
He hums a yes that’s deep and allows the regret to linger.
I wonder if one day he’ll stay. My fingers slip back around his, his warmth quickly wrapping around me as my cheek falls against his bicep. He pulls me closer and I let my eyes close when I ask him, “How long will they keep you?”
He nuzzles the crook of my neck, the tip of his nose tickling that tender spot before whispering, “not long. I promise.”
His hand slips out from under mine, and he grips my hip, startling me as he flips my body over so that I’m on my belly. Hot desire overwhelms me as he tilts my hips up, his erection pressing against my core. A shiver runs down my spine and I hold my breath, wanting him and needing this more than I need anything else. His large frame casts a shadow down on me as he whispers at the shell of my ear, “I want you again.”
Thank you for reading this sinful little short. Need more right now? Check out This Love Hurts and get lost in the Merciless World. For my dedicated readers, this story takes place AFTER the This Love Hurts trilogy.
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