Grim Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Paranormal, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
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“Yes,” I moan as he suddenly appears in my room. Black cloak with a thick hood draped over his head. There’s some kind of weapon or tool in his hand, a long wooden staff with a curved blade on the end, but it’s his hand that really gets my attention. He’s gripping that staff with tight knuckles as he breathes deep sensual breaths while watching me. His skin is dark gray and even though I can’t see his face behind the shadows, I know he’s beautiful.

“I knew you’d come,” I whisper in a moan as I move my hand faster. “I knew you were real. Show me your face. Please.”

I’m so wet. My fingers are coated in need.

They get even wetter as he rests his staff on my wall and reaches for his hood. Yes. Yes!

He slowly pulls it back as I rub my clit harder. My eyes are locked on him as the burning sensations tear through me. The squeeze inside is becoming unbearable and I know that only he can release it.

I suck in a breath as he reveals his face. He’s gorgeous. He’s mine.

Dark gray skin with light gray eyes. An intense overwhelming feeling of being his slams into me as my back arches. I can see the territorial way he looks at me. I can feel the possession in his gaze. I want to be his. I am his.

His hair is short and dark gray—darker than his skin—and messy. My eyes roam over his face from his thick masculine jaw to his beautiful sexy lips. I want him over me. I want to feel his weight pressing me into the bed. I want to taste his sexy mouth.

It’s his light gray eyes that really rock me. They’re mesmerizing. They’re saying everything that he’s not—I need you. I want you. You’re mine.

I can’t look away as I bring myself closer to orgasm. He just stands there, watching, his lustful eyes searing into me.

It’s almost more erotic like this. If all he wants is a show, then I’m going to give him one. I spread my legs as far as they’ll go and rub my wet pussy in a desperate frenzy.

His intensity engulfs me. It spurs me on. It makes me feel so sexy and desired.

The heat and tightness squeeze my core. I cry out. It’s unbearable. I need a release.

This tall, dark, mysterious creature is intriguing the hell out of me. He’s so fucking hot. My soul is drawn to him. It’s being pulled to him. I don’t understand it—this intense primal feeling, but sometimes you have to let your body take over and lead the way. My body and soul clearly know something my mind doesn’t.

“My sweet soul,” he whispers in a deep sexy voice as he licks his dark gray lips.

That’s all it takes to set me off. I scream in bliss as the clenching tightness inside releases into waves of heat. They roll through me as I thrash around on the bed, my pussy gushing warm juice all over my fingers.

He just watches with those blazing eyes focused on me as my intense orgasm takes over, shooting heated bliss and pleasure down to my curled toes.

“Yes,” I breathe as he reaches for the opening in his cloak. Take it off, I want to say. Join me.

He starts to open it. My body gets riled back up when I see his muscular chest as he pulls back the cloak. He’s so fucking sexy. I want him on me, in me.

I’ve never been like this. This is the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. I’ve barely touched myself up until this point and I’ve definitely never done anything sexual with a man.

But that’s going to change now. I want him deep in me.

“Come,” I whisper, inviting him onto the bed.

He takes one step toward me and the air around him starts to blur.

“No!” I scream as he reaches out and grabs his bladed tool. His hand wraps around the wooden staff and then he disappears.

Just like that. Gone.

I sink back onto the bed as tears fill my eyes.

The unbearable lonely feeling is back. It consumes me and all I want to do is cry.

Why did he leave?

I pull the blankets over my body and wonder if I’m losing my mind.

Maybe I got brain damage in the car accident.

I should probably get a CT scan to check.

But I already know that I won’t.

I’d rather keep my brain damage if it means keeping him alive. I’ve never felt anything so spectacular as feeling his presence around me.

I curl up into my blankets with one thought repeating in my head.

Where did he go?

CHAPTER FOUR

Grim

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“Nooooo!” I roar in frustration as the Soul Collector drags me back down to his lair.

I let out a low irritated growl as I feel the frigid air like knives on my skin. It’s both piercing and jarring after the warmth of Anna’s room.


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