Page 53 of In the Grey of Dawn

Gods, she feels amazing and I know I need to pull her off me before I cum in her mouth. After everything that's happened, I need to fill her pussy until I'm dripping from her. Claiming her so everyone knows she's mine, soshe knows she's mine.

Pulling her hair, I gently ease her off my hard length and she pouts. Looking up at me with puffy lips, annoyed that I would pull her away from a treat.

Gods, This woman will be the death of me.

“Go get on the bed, I want you to sit on my face while you choke on my cock.”

A wicked grin spreads across her lips as I help her from the floor. My body surrounding hers as we fall onto the bed, moving us until her dripping pussy hovers just above my mouth.

“Sit,Charlie.Siton my fucking face.Siton your throne and let me worship you,” I growl, pulling at her hips until I'm drowning in pussy, eating as though it's my last meal. I'm so lost in the moment of what I'm doing, her cries of elation echoingaround the room that I almost miss the sound of her spitting on my tip.

A groan escapes as I picture what she's doing. Her fingers grasp my base, pumping and twisting as she gives me the best head I've ever received. Her throat tightens around me when I latch onto her clit and suck, hard. Not letting up until she comes over my face. Her whimpers tremble, as I lick and get everything I can from her orgasm. The first of many I plan to give her tonight.

Rolling her off me, she lies on her back panting as small shock waves roll across her body. I kiss up her leg, giving her pussy a rest as I move across her hip. Continuing my trail of kisses along her soft stomach, planting a final one on each nipple before I rest my weight between her hips, my heavy cock pressed against her still throbbing pussy. Her hand goes between us and she pushes my tip just inside her; I can't help but rub my face into her neck, the wordsI love you tooalmost slipping from me.

“More,” she moans, her voice breathy and needy. Slowly I ease inside her, mindful of how sensitive she must be but also selfish enough not to wait any longer. A slow hiss comes from both of us as I'm pushed to the hilt. Our bodies settle into each other like they should have never been apart. Looking into her eyes she seems content and happy. I'm so grateful at this moment that despite every worry that's plagued me, we're going to be okay.

Pulling out of her a fraction, I rock back in, dragging my hardness in and out, painfully slow, rubbing that sweet spot of hers over and over until she's crying out my name, shaking underneath me as another orgasm ripples through her.

“One more, okay. One more and you can rest for a little bit. I need more of you, Charlie. Need to be closer to you,” I grunt, as I roll onto my back taking her with me, neveronce slipping from inside. My cock is aching and my balls are throbbing with the need to come.

Pushing up from my chest she straddles me, her hips rotating so her clit gets the friction it needs. This is a moment I will keep with me forever. Her breasts bouncing above me, my hands digging into her ass as she rubs against me. It’s taking every ounce of my willpower not to come. Her head falls back as she moans, her movements becoming jerky as she reaches out and grabs my throat. The pressure from her hand tightening causes me to see stars almost instantly and as we fall over the edge together. I know I need to tell her everything. Let her decide if the man I am is the man she wants to be with and not the shell of a person she loves. I need to give her all of me and hope that it's enough.

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I shout out to the room. Throwing the covers off me as I scramble to get my clothes on. Already, I know I'm too late, the light of the new day already cutting through the gaps in the curtains. I'm so frustrated with myself. We just shared the most amazing night and once again reality has to bring me crashing down to the crap that is my life.

“What's happened?” Charlie asks, her voice groggy after being woken from a deep sleep.

“Don't worry, you won't get it,” I snap, leaving her sitting in my bed as I slam the roof access door open. Praying to the gods I don't believe in that I will still feel her when I step into the light.

Chapter 32 - Charlie

The Death of Peace of Mind - Bad Omens ?

It's been a whole 24 hours since Porter woke me up in a shitty mood, one I'm still not entirely convinced I understand. He stormed up to the roof in such a huff I didn't want to check on him. He was still so obviously grumpy when he came back down a couple of hours later that I high tailed it out of there.

I headed straight to Beans to catch up with Nova and her conjoined twin Ace, before popping in to see how Mila was doing. It was almost dinner time when Dante received a phone call, quickly passing it to me where the conversation was limited to Porter sayingevery nightand me reluctantly agreeing.

When I returned to the bar I let him know I was back and went to take a long shower. I didn't hear the bathroom door open nor did he make a sound until his hands wrapped around me pulling me into him. After my initial scream and a swift elbow to his ribs, he took his time washing my body before he led me to bed and I fell asleep with his body wrapped around mine.

Which leads me to this moment now, where I'm standing in the freezing cold, staring at my boyfriend sitting by himself on the roof.

“Hey. What are you doing out here?” I ask, wrapping the blanket from the couch around me tightly.

Walking across the rooftop deck, Porter sits on an old sofa beneath an awning. The snow falls all around him in a soft lazy flutter and I'm not sure he realised he left the roof access door open. The cold breeze crept through the apartment waking me from sleep.

He looks a little vacant when I approach him and I’m sure he’s thinking about us. About what happened and everything in between. His walls have been up since the other night and for the hundredth time I repeat the wordsI don't want to push him into anything he doesn't want to myself.

“Come sit with me,moye spaseniye[12],” he says, holding out a hand and pulling me onto his lap.

Moving the blanket so I'm snuggled into his chest, he is surprisingly warm considering he has been sitting outside in the dark. The early morning sky threatens to change as we sit in silence. Taking his hand in mine I can't help but run my fingers over the name he has tattooed on them. I've managed to piece together all of the little hints and clues I've found out over the past few months and I know who Lila is. I want him to want to tell me about her though, so I sit here in the grey of dawn and wait, hoping this is that moment.

“I'm not a good man, Charlie. I've done things. Horrible things. Some of them deserved it and some of them didn’t, but it didn't matter. I was obsessed with my revenge and needed to be sure they could never do anything like that again. The pain I felt ...”

His breathing is slightly faster and if I wasn't resting against his chest I don't know if anyone could tell. He’s always so under control of himself that in the moments he breaks hisfacade for me and lets me see all of him, it reinforces every feeling and want I have about us.

“The pain I felt was all consuming, I thrived in it. Basked in the glory of feeding soul after soul into the unknown abyss. Into the darkness that awaits us.”

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