through the blackness. And then there was light. And
weightlessness. Paradise opened for her. Welcomed her. Embraced
her. The plethora of sensation taking her to a place she’d only
dreamt existed. Amazing her.
Grimm slammed into her. Pulled out. Again.
Ceaselessly. Increasingly. Then even that altered. His efforts
stronger. His movements fiercer. Harder. Heavier. His body thrust
into hers with a force that dented the mattress beneath them.
Deanna slit her eyes open, watching. Grimm moved a hand, grabbing
and holding her fitted exactly to him for a final shove upward,
everything on him hard and taut. Rigid. The deepest, bone-wrenching
groan emanated from him, coming in throes that matched every twitch
his body made. Deandra held him to her, enjoying how his body
pulsed against her with the cadence of his release. One with him.
Inseparable. They were suspended in midair. Adrift atop time.
Encapsulated in wonder. Just the two of them.
Deandra’s heart swelled with emotion, daring
her to deny... something. The wonder. The awe. She couldn’t
possibly feel anything. She wouldn’t. She didn’t. Her eyes blurred
with unshed tears. It was insane. But it was still there. She
vibrated with... something. Something mad. And impossibly
beautiful. For a man she’d just met.
And bedded.
CHAPTER SIX
The riot of pleasure ebbed in spurts that
matched the twitches of his body. He’d never felt anything like
this. Not even when he’d lived. His limbs felt leaden. His muscles
like mush. Shaky. Weak. Completely satiated. Grimm moved his head
down, took in her dew-touched gaze, and smiled, making certain his
lips stayed atop any uncommon feature.
He couldn’t tell her just yet. Despite how
much he wanted to. He’d never been with a woman like her. Brazen,
yet touched with innocence. Alive. Free. Open with her needs and
desires and wants. So different, yet... so perfect. Perfection
personified.
“Oh, Grimm. Man. That was. It was—I mean.
I’ve never. Wow. I mean seriously... wow. I can’t describe it. It
was...”
Breath touched his skin with every wonderful
word. He had to blink rapidly at an emotion long gone and buried.
He licked his lips and answered.
“Yeah. Me too.”
She giggled and Grimm flinched at how that
felt. And then he reddened. As impossible as it sounded. He could
feel the flush moving along his chest. Down to his... uh... where
it was still buried in her sweetness. Flesh to flesh. Naked. He
couldn’t even feel his pants. He had to glance away to get his
voice to work.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“You.”
He looked back. His brows rose. “Me?”
“Yes. You. Trying to get a word out of you is
like—well. For lack of a better phrase, it’s like pulling
teeth.”
“Oh.”
She giggled again. His belly tensed to absorb
the feeling again. And then he dropped to her side, separating them
and making the mattress sway. He finished with a roll onto his back
to look up at the canopy that used to drape his mother’s bed. The
one done in the Bradley family color scheme. Same as their livery.
Their automobiles. All sorts of shades of red. And gold. He puffed
out his lips. He’d snuck in and stolen it while they’d buried her.
And nobody ever knew.
“You see?”
“What?” he asked.
“Your loquaciousness. Actually, I’m referring
to your lack thereof.”
“What?”
“It’s a fancy word for being talkative.”
“I know. I’ve just never heard anyone use
it.”
She giggled again. “Well, I’ve not used it
before, either. But it seemed to fit. And you seem to be avoiding
the question.”
“What was it again?”
“Your reticence. Like words cost too much,
and you’re afraid to upset your bank balance or something.”
She had a great grasp of colorful language.
It was entertaining, and slightly challenging to keep up with her.
He worked at answering noncommittally, so he wouldn’t sound
defensive.
“There’s... not many about to talk to.”
She lifted her head as if to check
weightlessness. Paradise opened for her. Welcomed her. Embraced
her. The plethora of sensation taking her to a place she’d only
dreamt existed. Amazing her.
Grimm slammed into her. Pulled out. Again.
Ceaselessly. Increasingly. Then even that altered. His efforts
stronger. His movements fiercer. Harder. Heavier. His body thrust
into hers with a force that dented the mattress beneath them.
Deanna slit her eyes open, watching. Grimm moved a hand, grabbing
and holding her fitted exactly to him for a final shove upward,
everything on him hard and taut. Rigid. The deepest, bone-wrenching
groan emanated from him, coming in throes that matched every twitch
his body made. Deandra held him to her, enjoying how his body
pulsed against her with the cadence of his release. One with him.
Inseparable. They were suspended in midair. Adrift atop time.
Encapsulated in wonder. Just the two of them.
Deandra’s heart swelled with emotion, daring
her to deny... something. The wonder. The awe. She couldn’t
possibly feel anything. She wouldn’t. She didn’t. Her eyes blurred
with unshed tears. It was insane. But it was still there. She
vibrated with... something. Something mad. And impossibly
beautiful. For a man she’d just met.
And bedded.
CHAPTER SIX
The riot of pleasure ebbed in spurts that
matched the twitches of his body. He’d never felt anything like
this. Not even when he’d lived. His limbs felt leaden. His muscles
like mush. Shaky. Weak. Completely satiated. Grimm moved his head
down, took in her dew-touched gaze, and smiled, making certain his
lips stayed atop any uncommon feature.
He couldn’t tell her just yet. Despite how
much he wanted to. He’d never been with a woman like her. Brazen,
yet touched with innocence. Alive. Free. Open with her needs and
desires and wants. So different, yet... so perfect. Perfection
personified.
“Oh, Grimm. Man. That was. It was—I mean.
I’ve never. Wow. I mean seriously... wow. I can’t describe it. It
was...”
Breath touched his skin with every wonderful
word. He had to blink rapidly at an emotion long gone and buried.
He licked his lips and answered.
“Yeah. Me too.”
She giggled and Grimm flinched at how that
felt. And then he reddened. As impossible as it sounded. He could
feel the flush moving along his chest. Down to his... uh... where
it was still buried in her sweetness. Flesh to flesh. Naked. He
couldn’t even feel his pants. He had to glance away to get his
voice to work.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“You.”
He looked back. His brows rose. “Me?”
“Yes. You. Trying to get a word out of you is
like—well. For lack of a better phrase, it’s like pulling
teeth.”
“Oh.”
She giggled again. His belly tensed to absorb
the feeling again. And then he dropped to her side, separating them
and making the mattress sway. He finished with a roll onto his back
to look up at the canopy that used to drape his mother’s bed. The
one done in the Bradley family color scheme. Same as their livery.
Their automobiles. All sorts of shades of red. And gold. He puffed
out his lips. He’d snuck in and stolen it while they’d buried her.
And nobody ever knew.
“You see?”
“What?” he asked.
“Your loquaciousness. Actually, I’m referring
to your lack thereof.”
“What?”
“It’s a fancy word for being talkative.”
“I know. I’ve just never heard anyone use
it.”
She giggled again. “Well, I’ve not used it
before, either. But it seemed to fit. And you seem to be avoiding
the question.”
“What was it again?”
“Your reticence. Like words cost too much,
and you’re afraid to upset your bank balance or something.”
She had a great grasp of colorful language.
It was entertaining, and slightly challenging to keep up with her.
He worked at answering noncommittally, so he wouldn’t sound
defensive.
“There’s... not many about to talk to.”
She lifted her head as if to check
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