Page 78 of The Grief We Hold

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RAVEN

When I wake, Wraith is gone from the bed, but I hear the quiet noise of someone puttering in the kitchen.

I glance at my phone and see it’s only six in the morning. Fen won’t wake for another hour at least, so I climb from the mattress and leave the room, closing the door behind me.

Wraith’s jeans hang low on his hips, and in the light from the small lamp, I can see the muscles in his arms. My dressing held and is still tightly wrapped around his body.

He must hear my footsteps as he turns and waits for me to reach him. But when I do, there is no gentle morning greeting. Instead, he lifts me into his arms, so I have no choice but to wrap my arms and legs around him. He slides his hand around the back of my neck and tugs my mouth to his.

The kiss obliterates every single thought I try to form.

About brushing my teeth.

About Fen waking up.

About Wraith tearing any one of his wounds open.

Instead, I sink into it.

Into him.

I run my fingers along his stubbled jaw as he bites my lip.

He carries me to the bathroom and locks the door before sitting me down on the vanity. It’s cold through my pajamas, but every other part of me is heating fast.

“Fuck, Raven,” Wraith mutters, his lips soft against mine.

We line up with each other, and I can’t help but seek the pleasure I want. I want this man in any way, shape, or form I can take him.

“If you want me, you can have me,” I say on a whisper.

He glances to the wall that leads to the bedroom. “You sure?”

I nod. “The door is locked. He’s a heavy sleeper.”

“Thank fuck,” Wraith mutters. “Lying next to you with your ass pressed up against my cock all night had me dreaming some real freaky stuff.”

I grin at that. “About me?”

He huffs. “Course about fucking you. You see my cock straining for anyone else right now?”

Wraith reaches his hands beneath my T-shirt, slipping it over my head before dropping it onto the edge of the tub.

“You okay if this is a fast fuck? Because, Blue, I’m a patient man, usually, but right now, I want you something nasty.”

It’s strange how the body lets you know what it wants.

Headaches when thirsty.

Bellyaches when hungry.

The twinge I get two days before my period.

And a wetness between my thighs I rarely experienced with my husband because my pussy knows that this is a man who will treat it right.

I bite on the lobe of his ear. “Then take me.”

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