Nightfall (Grim Gate 1)

“Whatever it was, I like it,” he says and reaches for me again.

“Are you afraid of me…of what I can do?” I ask slowly.

“No,” he says with no hesitation. “You have power inside of you, Anora. It could be dangerous, but you…you’re not. Not unless you want to be. And honestly, I find that so fucking hot.”

“You’re drugged up.”

He shrugs. “Maybe a little, but I’d still find you just as hot if I wasn’t. Everything about you…” He trails off, bringing me to his lap and burying his face against my neck. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I wanted you—as much as I still want you. There’s something about you, Anora, something I can’t fucking resist no matter how hard I try.”

My eyes flutter shut, and I go to bring my hand to his chest, forgetting for a second that he’s all bandaged up.

“I don’t have tattoos,” I start, looking at the bandage on his chest.

“I noticed,” Ethan replies, hand slipping from my waist to under my shirt.

“So I don’t know what happens when you get cut. Does it ruin your tattoo?”

“It depends on how deep the cut is.” He leans away and points to the bottom of the Order symbol he has tattooed on his bicep. “See how it’s faded there? It’s from getting scarred.”

I run my finger over his skin, feeling the scar. “Can you get the tattoos drawn back on over scars?”

“Depends as well. I have quite a few covering up scars. Getting injured is part of the job description.”

“Those will scar for sure, won’t they?” I move my gaze to his other arm, trying not to grimace when I remember Julia sewing his skin together. She’s going to have to pull the thread out, and the thought alone makes me want to vomit. If I could, I’d bring home medical-grade sutures from the clinic.

“Yeah,” he says with a shrug.

“I’m sorry. It’ll mess up your tattoo there too.”

“Don’t be. Chicks dig scars, right?” He looks at me, flashing that smirk and making me laugh.

“Well, this chick does.”

“That’s all that matters.” His lips go to mine and he lies back, pulling me on top of him. I shift my weight to the side where he’s not injured. He kisses me and then I pull away, moving down, sweeping my hands over his abdomen, not stopping until I get to his belt, undoing it and popping the button on his jeans. I bring my lips to him, kissing my way down to his cock as I urge his pants and boxers off. Wrapping my fingers around his thick cock, I slowly bring it to my mouth, tongue lashing out and circling the tip. Ethan’s hand lands on the top of my head, balling my hair in his fist as I put my lips around his cock, sucking as I take him in my mouth. He’s way too big for me to fully fit him in without choking, but I impress even myself by how far I get. I move my head back, swirling my tongue around the tip of his cock again, and repeat the same motion over and over, building speed.

Ethan’s grasp tightens on my hair, pulling it so it hurts a little, which turns me on. Keeping one hand on his cock, pumping it up and down in rhythm with my mouth, I slide the other under him, gently cupping his balls. He groans again, close to coming. I have every intention of finishing him off this way, since he’s drugged and injured and probably isn’t up to having sex, but he gives my hair another tug and sits up.

Wiping my mouth, I let him urge me onto him, raising my hands over my head so he can strip me of my shirt. It comes off gracefully and lands on the floor with a whoosh. My pants, however, don’t come off as easily, and I almost fall off the bed trying to be all sexy as I shimmy out of them. Ethan and I both laugh, and he cups my ass, positioning me over top of him. Precum gleams around the tip of his cock again, and I inch myself closer, hovering right above him. His hands go to my waist, ready to push into me, but I pitch forward a bit and take a hold of his dick, rubbing it against me.

I’m already all wound up, and feeling it rub against my clit almost does me in right there. A moan escapes my lips, and I slit my eyes open to catch Ethan watching me get off, which sends a rush through me, and I need to come. Now. I wiggle my hips slightly as I continue to rub him against me, orgasm building deep inside me, feeling like a tightly wound coil that needs to be released. Tingles make their way through me, and my lips part.