Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“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.
Pride.
Lust.
I reach between us, but he beats me to it, and his hard cock pops out of his trousers. So I lift up on my knees and hover above him.
“Little fighter,” he whispers into my ear before biting it. “If my death was to come tomorrow, I would die a happy man.”
I throw my head back and laugh.
“But you are Death,” I say. “So make me a happy woman.”
“As you wish.” He pulls me down, and I slide straight onto him. He’s like home, and it feels like forever since we have had each other this way.
I almost feel guilty for feeling this with Grim because of Max.
Like it’s betrayal.
My love for Max and Grim was different. I had hopes and dreams with Max, but with Grim, I just see us. I’ve always just seen us. It was he who had the issue.
He bites my shoulder as my hips rock against him. I throw my head back with moan after moan as each movement rocks me to my core. It feels good in every way possible.
“I’m never leaving you,” he promises. “Not in this lifetime or the next.”
My hips start moving faster and faster until everything inside of me combusts. I collapse onto his chest, and he holds me there.
“Brody,” he says, and before I can say anything, we are back in my house, his cock still inside of me as he lays me on the bed. He slides himself back into his trousers and looks me over as I lay there naked. He seems to take mental images as he walks to the door, then turns back. “Stay there. We aren’t finished.” Then he goes for our son.
If you had asked me a year ago if this was how I saw my life, the answer would be a firm no.
I am queen, yes, but I also have a council of people to oversee the realm. They help with decision-making and running the realm. I am a new mother, after all, and I don’t want to become power-hungry as Veronica did. On the other hand, I am incredibly astute about what power does to people, and I will ensure I never go down that destructive path.