Free Immortal Desire by Denise Tompkins

shoulders. “Bailey?”
    She couldn’t manage more than a single shake of her head. Her vision wavered. It hadn’t ever hurt this bad. Surviving the Change would be impossible if this got much worse. She couldn’t take much more. A tear rolled down her nose. Hung there. Seeing it fail to hold on and fall felt so permanent. She closed her eyes.
    “Time to feed, sweetheart.” Capable arms scooped her up.
    Cold air whispered over her skin. Goose bumps rose. “I don’t know how.”
    “Trust me.”
    Could she bridge the last of the distance that existed between self-preservation and true trust? The answer she needed didn’t present itself before the next influx of pain.
    Silky sheets scraped over-stimulated skin as he settled her on his bed. She rolled onto her side as she writhed, driven half by insanity and half by clear choice. The affirmation the external pain afforded meant she was alive.
    “You ready to give this a try?”
    “Please.” The breathy answer hardly passed through her lips before Griff slid in behind her.
    He nudged her top leg forward, curling his hand under her knee and lifting. The blunt head of his cock stroked the swollen seam of her sex.
    She groaned and tried to push down.
    “Uh-uh. Let go. Feel. Trust me.” Hooking her leg over his hips, he rocked forward at the same time he stroked two fingers down either side of her clit.
    “Please.” Had she spoken aloud , or was it all in her head? The width of his thick erection stretching her walls was absolute agony. She wanted it fast and hard. Craved near violence. Release had to happen. Soon. No doubt her mind was fracturing under pain’s relentless onslaught. This position didn’t give her the freedom to move, though. She had to rely on Griff to give her what she needed. “Bastard.”
    He fed his length into her with studied control until the very end. Then he thrust forward, hard. “You undo me.” Pulling out, he eased back in, repeating the motion again and again until her walls relaxed. The rhythm he set began with long, slow strokes that fanned the flames of her hunger like well-placed bellows. He pulled his fingers away from her clit. Dug fingers into her thigh. Lifting her leg higher limited her movement even more.
    She was at his mercy. Forced to cede control. The idea caused her heart to skip a thunderous beat. Cede control. The idea of being so bare to him terrified her. A lifetime spent fighting to survive had taught her to hide, maintain control. And above all? Trust no one.
    “Stop...thinking,” he grunted. A hard thrust ground their pelvis bones together and wiped her mind clear of anything but the now. “That’s my girl.”
    The luscious tightening of her sheath said she’d find release.
    Griff hooked his arm under her leg and reached for her wrist. His grip gave him more leverage.
    She arched her back to give him better access.
    He pounded into her, unleashing the violence she craved.
    Then her heart skipped another beat. Eyes unnaturally heavy, she forced them open and tried to focus. The sounds of sex become as one-dimensional as her sight. She tried to draw a deep breath but only managed a short, hard gasp. The orgasm that had been imminent rolled over her, soft and soothing. Her body tightened around Griff’s cock. Her womb pulsed. His shout resonated against her back. The normally hard pulse of his orgasm didn’t register. She tried to smell Griff’s arousal. Nothing.
    Her heart skipped twice. Boom. Skipped three times. Boom. She never would have imagined an absent heartbeat would be so loud.
    Drifting, Bailey realized she didn’t hurt. Had she fed? Somehow she didn’t think so. This felt much bigger than anything she’d ever experienced before. She closed her eyes.
    When her breath shuddered out and she didn’t feel the need to draw another, she knew.
    She knew.

Chapter Eight
    Griff’s arms tightened around Bailey when she went boneless against him. It wasn’t lost on him that he was walking the very fine