False Reality | Book Three

Chapter XIV

"Grim," I smile at him. We stare at each other for what feels like forever until he is suddenly coming toward me. I welcome him with open arms, and he quickly pulls me to him. The electric in my veins goes straight to my brain, knocking out any care whatsoever. He tugs me to him and I swear the Fourth of July seems like nothing compared to the fireworks that go off behind my eyes as our lips meet. I instantly start to focus on his lip ring, my tongue slipping elegantly across it. I never thought my tongue could slip across someone's lips elegantly, but new things happen every day.

He grabs me by my belt loops and pulls me even closer than before. My entire body is squished up against him and he moans into my mouth. My cheeks tingle pink as I remember once daydreaming about Grim moaning on my bed.

My fingers touch the hem of his shirt, keeping it tugged down as a sort of balance for me since all my blood is rushing to my head. I feel lightheaded as his finger barely skims my revealed skin. I can taste mint and a pinch of alcohol on his lips, but it's all very intoxicating. I find myself wanting more as our tongues work like same ends of magnets, constantly pushing against each other.

His lip ring is a cool relief against my hot and bothered lips. It feels so good as it rubs along my lips that I find myself groaning in the middle of the alleyway. That is, until, Grim pushes me back slightly and my knees hit something. I break away from the kiss and turn to see what the back of my knees have hit. I don't even gasp as I recognize a bed below me and the familiar setting of Grims seemingly magical apartment.

Grim's mouth comes in contact with my neck and he starts worshipping the spot right above my collarbone. I love the way his lip ring feels against my skin. Although it's cold to the touch, it sends ripples of heat straight to my core. My eyes practically shut in pleasure as Grim tugs my shirt down a little to reveal my birthmark. I'm unprepared for his lip to kiss along the tender skin, his tongue coming out to trace the branches. "I've wanted to do that since I saw this thing," he murmurs against my skin. His husky voice makes my knees shiver and a new wave of emotion slips over me. It's filled with raw want and need.

"I'm sorry I got it tattooed," I find myself gasping into the air as Grims hand suddenly snakes underneath my shirt. He just hums against my chest. "I'm sorry for going on that date with Turner," I suddenly find myself saying. I didn't realize I felt guilty. Almost as if I was cheating on him. If anyone would want to consider my date with Turner/Rowl and actual date. Grim hums against my skin some more. His hands are dangerously close to my breasts, his fingers tracing my rib cages as if trying to paint a picture. It's driving me to the brink of insanity. "And I'm sorry for going behind your back."

Suddenly, Grim stops. His fingers freeze on their climb up to my bra and his mouth stops it's erotic dance on my skin. I look down at him, frustration leaking through me. "It's okay, pumpkin," he says softly. He moves his body upward so he has his hands on either side of my head, staring down at me. I would feel uncomfortable underneath his intense gaze on my face, but I know that Grim doesn't care what I look like...I think.

I probably look like a tomato with the amount of blush in my cheeks. I also probably have a lazy eye from the way my eyes criss-cross as Grim's hand reaches up some more and brushes against the cleavage of my breasts. "Just don't ever leave me again, okay?" His voice holds a dangerous threat in it, but also a scared little boy looking for a promise. My heart flutters in my chest and I find myself nodding.

"Just don't get bored with me," I tell him teasingly. He's bound to get bored one day. There will come a time when I look like a wrinkled raisin and he will look as perfect as ever with his alluring black hair.

"Trust me," Grim says as his mouth brushes back against mine. "I could never get bored of you." Something in his tone tells me he has never been more certain of anything in his life. "You're right, I haven't been," he quickly reads my mind. I send him a playful scowl.