Safe, In His Arms: The In His Arms Series Book 1 Page 3

  “I can’t breathe,” I gasp, pulling from his hungry lips. Onyx doesn’t stop, though; he nibbles his way down my jaw to my neck, licking along my pulse. Rocketing the fluttering vein out of orbit with his musings.

  “I’ll breathe for you,” he whispers as his lips crash down on mine again. Sweet agony burns through me as his hands cup my heavy breasts and roll my nipples through his fingers, wringing pleasure from my body, so I don’t notice the swelling in my lips as he sucks one into his mouth gently.

  “Tell me you want this, Gracie.”

  “So much, Onyx.”

  I normally wrap caution around me like a blanket, but with him, I’m throwing it out the window. I want to experience this man in all his glory. I want to feel him thrusting deep inside my body. Stretching my thighs to their limits while he challenges me to give him more of myself.

  “Tell me, Gracie, tell me every fucking thing,” he groans in my ear, as he rubs my core along his length. The denim of his jeans is a real problem for us both.

  Feeling bold, I lean forward, whispering in his ear, “Make me yours, Onyx,” before biting on the lobe and sucking it into my mouth.

  “Fuck,” he hisses, sounding slightly pained. “I’m not gonna last.”

  “I don’t want you to. Stop holding back on me.”

  With hands on my hips plastering me against the wall, Onyx drops to his knees in front of me. Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he buries his face between my thighs and breathes deeply as I struggle to inhale.

  He can’t possibly be doing what I think he is, can he?

  I get my answer as he rips my panties from my body and stuffs them in his pocket. “Oh gosh.” My head hits the wall as I feel his warm breath against my now naked flesh.

  “Fucking cherries,” he growls before I feel his tongue flatten between my lips and lick up to my nub. I jump at first contact and likely would have landed on the floor if not for his strong hold on me. “Hang on, princess.” He chuckles and doesn’t give me a chance to brace as he sucks my clit into his mouth.

  I scream out my pleasure as he continues his assault. I’d never explored my body very carefully, so I had no idea this amount of bliss awaited me. I’m unprepared for the rhapsody flooding my veins. White flashes before my closed eyelids, and I think I’m begging, but I don’t know whether it’s for more or for him to stop. I just know I can’t take another second of it…

  Until…

  My core heats and explodes. My body tenses. My heart feels like it’s going to rip from my chest. My head goes light, and I slump all of my weight into Onyx’s arms as I float through my apartment.

  “I’ve got you, Gracie,” he says as we move, but I couldn’t tell where or how. Softness greets my back as my vision clears, and I see we’re in my bedroom.

  The sound of a zipper draws my attention, and I struggle to turn my head just in time to see Onyx drop his pants to the ground and display his intimidating manhood in the late moonlight.

  “Gracious,” I mutter, and he looks down at me and laughs softly.

  Walking to the edge of the bed, he slowly climbs on, spreading my thighs with his hands as he goes. His dark gaze eats up every inch of exposed flesh as he moves closer. Gripping one leg, he settles it in the crook of his elbow while he places the other on his shoulder.

  “I don’t think I’m meant to bend this way,” is what pops out of my mouth.

  He only grins as I feel his dick brush against me. My breath catches, my eyes roll back. “See, you’ll enjoy it.” His words are full of so much heat I almost melt.

  “Will it hurt?” I know it will, all the books say so.

  “I’ll be gentle,” he vows.

  “How do you know?”

  Leaning down, his cock moves closer to my entrance, and he tells me, “Because that’s how you are with the people you love.”

  Everything in me freezes. It’s right, my heart sings. It’s too soon, my brain screams. My eyes slam shut, and a lone tear rolls free.

  Onyx tentatively places his lips over mine and slowly pushes his length into my body, merging us into one unit. Asserting his dominance over me and declaring his right to take what I’ve given him freely.

  At first, the stretch burns, but he’s so tender that my body makes room for him. Allows him entrance to what is my most valuable gift.

  “You’re so perfect, Gracie,” he groans. “Tight. Fucking tight.” Oddly his cursing turns me on. Realizing I can make him lose control is heady.

  He stops just as I feel a pinch, and our eyes clash in a lock just before he pushes through that final barrier of my innocence and makes me his. The pain is more horrifying than I ever imagined, but quite honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I know Onyx will treasure this moment with him always.

  It isn’t until he whispers, “No tears, Gracie,” that I realize I’m crying.

  “Only happy ones, Onyx.”

  Raising up, I kiss him as he strains not to move. His lips are hard until my tongue comes out to play and licks across them, begging entrance. He complies and presses me back into the mattress. Slowly, he gyrates his hips, and I can feel the buildup of earlier as we duel. His hands flex from their position, and I just know I’ll have his fingerprints on my body in the morning.

  “I’m not going to last,” he sighs in my ear as we break apart.

  “Let go,” I cry when his thrusting picks up speed, slamming into my body. I hold him tightly as he bites into my neck like an animal and curses through his release.

  The warmth of his seed triggers a faint orgasm in me, and I’m climbing the heights of pleasure with him.

  “I love you, Gracie, don’t you ever fucking doubt that.” His harsh confession leaves me feeling on top of the world as exhaustion kicks in and takes me under.

  After Grace fell asleep in my arms last night, I spent all night holding her. Plotting how I could keep her. How to move her in with me. There isn’t a moment in time where I want her out of my sight, even if I know that’s unreasonable.

  Around dawn, I come out to the living area of her apartment and begin cleaning up the remnants of an uneaten dinner, regret solid in my gut as I toss the delicious smelling food in the trash.

  Once I’ve got it cleaned up, I sit on her sofa and turn the news on low. Checking the emails and messages on my phone, I find nothing pressing to pull me away from her, so I place an order to have breakfast delivered from a diner down the street.

  Sitting back into the cushions, I close my eyes, and all I can picture is Grace in my lap facing the wall of windows behind her entertainment unit, naked and riding my cock. She’s bent over holding onto the table as my fists hold her hips, controlling her movements as she tries to bring us both to completion.

  Knocking at the door has my eyes popping open and regret looming in the air from the realization that my daydream wasn’t reality.

  But it’s going to be.

  The girl is meant to ride my cock. She has an enthusiasm for sex I don’t think she expected.

  Grabbing our food and paying for it, I place it in the oven to stay warm and go in search of my vixen. Intent on bringing my fantasy to life.

  Walking down the hall to her room, I turn on the hall light and let it spotlight her in bed. Turned away from me, blankets at her feet, Grace appears as a magnificent little sex nymph. Her pale flesh showcases every fingerprint I left on her through the night. Holding her still, moving her around. She allowed me to do anything I pleased and even begged for more.

  “Come on, princess,” I whisper in her ear. “Time to feed you.” She stretches like a languid kitten in the sun and rolls to her back. Her eyes slowly open as I smooth my hands along her ribs. “Good morning.”

  “Hi,” she responds shyly. I can feel her body tense upon realizing her nudity.

  “Uh uh, no hiding from me. Especially when I know exactly how I want you for the next thirty minutes.” Not giving her a chance to speak, I scoop her up into my arms and carry her to the couch.

  All
I’m focused on is her on my cock, riding until we’re both hoarse from pleasure. Barely awake, Grace is malleable as I sit on the couch and turn her in my arms. Spreading my legs, I place hers on the outside of mine and lift her hips slightly. Lining my cock to her entrance, I help her glide down my length.

  Her wetness eases my entrance to her body. “So fucking hot for me, princess.” I grumble the words into her hair as she leans back into my chest.

  “Feels so good,” Grace sighs happily, her hands holding onto my wrists at her waist.

  Releasing her hip, I grip her hair in a tight fist and slowly push her body forward. She’s forced to hold onto the table. Her cunt clutches my cock so harshly, I fight back the urge to release in her.

  “Onyx?” she questions, looking back to me. Her eyes are alight with anticipation for what I have planned for her.

  In her position, my dick is as far encased as I can get it, and her ass is on perfect display. Clutching each cheek with my hands, I slowly move her up and down my length. It’s hard at first because she’s tense, but fuck is she ever glorious.

  Seeing her pretty cunt work my cock is a glorious sight, and if I could, I’d picture this moment for life. “Gracie,” I grind out between clenched teeth as she catches onto the rhythm and begins to move on her own.

  Her pussy works me up and down, clenching and releasing with each stroke. I can feel the tip of my cock rubbing against her g-spot and begin to slam into her when she thrusts back at me. This position is a hell of a lot more fun than I had anticipated. I close my eyes and listen to her breathing, the erratic gasps and moans that come from us both. I concentrate on the feeling of being wrapped up so tightly inside of her.

  My release hits me out of nowhere, and all I want is to slam in so deeply that my seed takes hold. Pushing the table forward, I drop to my knees behind Grace and piston my hips in and out of her so fiercely, all she can do is sob her way through it.

  Draping my chest over her back, I feel the beast within me rise and demand I claim this woman. Make her irrevocably mine.

  “You want my baby, Gracie?” I hiss in her ear. “You want me to fill you up, princess?” I bite her neck, making sure to leave a mark.

  “A baby?” she gasps when my momentum shoves her and the table forward.

  “My baby, Grace,” I growl in her ear, needing to blow my load and wanting her on board with me. “Say it, baby, say you want it and fucking come with me.” My demand is harsh, and I know I’m pushing her, but I couldn’t stop if I tried.

  “Onyx,” she whines.

  “Say. It.” I shove into her begging cunt, ruthless strokes highlight each word.

  “Please, Onyx”—she looks back to me, tears in her gaze, and says the words I’m dying to hear—“give me your baby.”

  That’s all it takes, and I explode right along with her as her body convulses under mine. We shiver and shake together as satisfaction steamrolls through us both.

  “Jesus, fuck,” I groan, pulling her onto the couch with me. My cock is still buried in her depths as I cradle her on my lap.

  “A baby.” Her words are filled with wonder.

  “My fucking baby, Gracie.” Her head turns to look up to me, a shy smile taking place. “Our fucking baby.” I lean down and kiss her gently. A complete contrast with the fucking I just gave her.

  “Our baby.” She marvels with a grin to rival any other.

  I lean my forehead against hers as our breathing starts evening out and the ringing in my ears calms down enough that I hear both of our stomachs growl and protest the lack of nourishment in the last twelve hours.

  “I’m starving,” she whispers like it’s a secret.

  “I had breakfast delivered already.” I grin at her.

  Helping Grace to her feet, we walk to the kitchen naked, and when she bends to open the oven, her swollen pussy lips and my cum dripping down her leg catch my attention. My cock starts to harden again, and I’m almost grateful when my phone rings. Her poor little pussy needs a rest before I break her.

  “Detective Inwood,” I answer as she pulls out plates, her nipples peaked from the cool air.

  “Dig yourself out of that pussy, we got a case,” Marty says before hanging up, and a text immediately comes through with an address.

  “Do you have to leave?” Grace asks with a pout on her lips, the plump bottom one just begging to be sucked on.

  Striding over to her, I stroke a finger through her pussy, gathering some of my essence and bringing it up to her mouth. She immediately opens so I can place my finger on her tongue. What I don’t expect is for her to suck the digit into her mouth and moan at my flavor.

  “I do,” I finally answer when I find my voice again. “I have a case, but I’ll be back tonight. I also programmed my number into your phone if you need me.” Swooping down, I suck her lip into my mouth before kissing her deeply, dragging us both back into a sexual fog. “When I get home, I want these plump lips wrapped around my dick, baby.”

  “Okay,” she replies shyly as I pull back and go in search of my clothes.

  Leaving Grace in nothing but a housecoat and smelling like sex is the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever done.

  The way Onyx speaks to me reflects so much possession. He exudes a deep need for me to be irrevocably his. His demand to impregnate me turned me on far greater than I thought it would. I wanted it because he wanted it, and then because I realized it’s what I want, too.

  I love him.

  I love Onyx Inwood.

  He’s the first person since my parents that I’ve ever loved, and as much as I want to say the words to him, I have no idea how to.

  When he left, I made quick work of the breakfast he had delivered and then went to soak in a warm bath. As soon as my body submerged into the water, I felt every ache and twinge from his loving. And I’ll do it all over again tonight. I crave Onyx like nothing I’ve ever known before.

  After drying off, I head to my room in search of some comfortable clothes to go shopping in. I want tonight to be special. I want to show him how I feel, even if I struggle to say the words.

  Choosing a pair of ripped shorts and a baggy t-shirt, I tie my chucks and toss my hair up into a messy bun. I’ll shower and get nice for him once I’ve decided on dinner tonight.

  I always thought I would want more from my life. That I’d want to go to school and become something within my own little world. Until last night, that was my plan.

  Telling Onyx a little bit about my mother made me reflect back on all the wonderful things we had together as a family. How much I loved having her at home before I started school. Sharing my day with her afterwards.

  I want that with my own children, and I know if this incredibly crazy man has his way, that will be sooner than either of us anticipate.

  Skipping out my door, I’m too impatient to wait for the elevator and decide to sprint down the stairs of my building. I’m only a few floors up and going down isn’t a problem.

  Usually.

  Today, I’m too distracted.

  Today, I shouldn’t have tried my luck.

  Tripping over my feet on the final flight, I tumble down the last four steps and crash into the door causing a loud thud. I cry out when my head cracks off the wall and stars dance behind my eyelids. With the breath knocked from me, I try to secure my footing by pushing up the wall to stand. Dizziness immediately swamps me, and I feel like I’m tilting and slip back down to my butt.

  “Ouch,” I hiss when I land, suddenly feeling like a giant bruise. Seeing the scrapes on my knees and a large black and blue mark on my thigh, I debate the wisdom of my idea to leave the apartment today. With my head throbbing in tune with my pulse, I reach up my hand and discover blood on my fingertips as I pull them away.

  “Shoot.” I know I need to get up. I should probably just go back to bed and never think about taking the stairs again, but the idea of moving makes me nauseous. “I’ll just rest for a minute.” My words sound hollow, like they’re far away. I feel slugg
ish as I pull my phone out intending to call Onyx.

  After fumbling with the device a few times and dropping it once, I finally get his number pulled up and hit send. I know he’s on a case and is busy, but I don’t have anyone else to call. Given how harried the elevator always is, I don’t foresee anyone coming down the stairwell outside of a building fire occurring.

  “Detective Inwood,” a masculine voice projects through the line, and even hurt, I can’t help the way he makes me shiver.

  “Hi,” I think I say.

  “Gracie?” He sounds frenzied.

  “It’s me.”

  “Grace, what’s wrong? Why are your words slurred?” It quiets suddenly, and I know he must have left a room.

  “You sound busy.” My eyelids grow heavy, and pain begins to make itself known from other parts of my body.

  “Grace!” he snaps, and I have the urge to stand at attention and giggle. “What the fuck happened?”

  “I fell down the stairs,” I finally confess. Blinding agony rips through my head, and I moan, dropping the phone to the ground to grab my skull as I tilt sideways and curl into a ball.

  “Grace!” I can hear him, but I can’t do anything more than moan. “Fuck. I’m coming, princess.” His words wrap me in warmth as tears leak down my face while I wait for my knight.

  “This is Detective Onyx Inwood, badge number 6890 with the NYPD, I need an ambulance directed to my location ASAP.” I’m running into Grace’s building without thinking that she said she fell down the stairs and head straight for the elevator.

  Just as the doors are about to close, I see the sign for the stairs and stick my hand out, so I’m not carried up to her floor. “Fuck,” I mutter as I make my way over.

  Gazing through the small window, I see her lying on the floor by the wall and slowly open it. “Gracie, baby.” My words are quiet, understanding she was in pain before and seeing the blood on the back of her scalp mixing with her blonde hair, I can see why. “Oh, baby, what did you do?”