Sign of the Devil's Footprint [THE DEVILS CULT BOOK 1]

Chapter Seven🌶

Melione woke up to the feeling of an arm wrapped around her waist. She looked down and groaned as she remembered what had happened the night before. They shouldn't have happened. It wasn't right. She tried to move out from underneath his arm, but his grip got tighter.

Melione sighed as she rolled over and stared at him. A small smile danced across her lips. He looked happy in his sleep. He looked relaxed. Melione couldn't help but wonder if she looked as peaceful as Grym when she slept.

"Like what you see?" Gryms deep voice chuckled.

Melione rolled her eyes as she pushed against his chest. "Shut up." She pushed harder against him, making him loosen his grip on her just enough so she could move off of the bed. The cold air hit her naked body hard, making her wrap her arms around herself. She yanked a blanket off of the bed and wrapped it around herself. "Stop looking at me."

"I can't help it," Grym answered her. She heard him get off of the bed and move behind her. His hands grazed her hips. "I can't help it." His voice got more profound as his lips grazed her neck.

Melione couldn't help herself as she pushed her ass against him. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt him hard against her. His hands moved to her stomach, making her harder against him. Grym groaned as his hands moved slowly down her core and hovered above her sex.

"Please, Melione," he whispered as his teeth grazed over the sensitive part of her neck.

Melione had to admit that she loved how he said her name. She pushed her ass against him again as she smiled. "Please, Grym." She held back a moan as his right hand went through the blanket and slowly moved over her sex, finding her clit instantly. His other hand pushed the blanket off her shoulders and found her left breast. He pinched and rolled her nipple, causing a moan from her lips.

Melione felt him walk her backward until they were back at the bed. He moved to stand in front of her as he pushed her down onto the bed so she was lying on her back. He got down on his knees at the edge of the bed and grabbed her ankles. A smirk danced across his lips as he pulled her closer to him. Melione bit her lip as she watched him spread her legs and move his mouth closer to her sex. His tongue darted out and slipped through her sex, making her head snap back. He shoved his tongue into her as his fingers found her clit again. She cried out again and again as he continued to devour her.

A knock sounded at the door suddenly, but Grym didn't stop. Melione covered her mouth with her hand to stop her noises. She looked down at Grym and met his eyes. He wasn't going to stop. His eyes snapped over to the door as another knock sounded, this time harder. Grym growled causing vibrations to travel over her sex.

Melione groaned at the sensation. She was close. Extremely close. A quicker and harder knock sounded at the door and a voice came from the other side, "Detective? I've got to examine your friend. Is he in there?"

Grym ran his tongue through her sex one last time before he stood up, stopping her from reaching her climax. She gave him a sharp look as she forced herself to answer the healer, "He went out to look at the village. I'll bring him to you."

They heard the doctor grumble something through the door before his footsteps moved away from them. Once they were sure that he was gone, Grym let out a laugh. Melione noticed how proud he was that he had just edged her, but he wasn't the one who was in charge.

"Grym," she said his name slowly. Melione sat up on her elbows and moved off of the bed, moving closer to him. Grym had stopped laughing as she got closer. Melione stopped in front of him and ran her hands up and down his chest. "You know what you just did was wrong, right?"

Grym nodded slowly, his eyes shining with excitement. "What we've been doing is wrong, Melione."

Melione's smile dropped slightly. What they've been doing was wrong. The realms don't mix. They weren't supposed to. What her and Grym had been doing could get them in a lot of trouble. She stepped away from him, determined now to put some distance between them, moved toward her pile of clothes. She hurriedly pulled them on.