Page 80 of The Grief We Hold

“Fuck,” Wraith grunts. “Love the way your cunt squeezes me, Blue.”

He presses his lips to mine. It’s messy as both of us squirm and thrust to seek that last push of sensation to tip us over the edge.

I find it first.

Light explodes behind my eyelids, and I gasp against Wraith’s mouth. He bites down on my lip, harder than I should like, but it triggers deeper feelings of delicious overstimulation.

I cry out, and Wraith slams his hand over my mouth.

He tips his head back, and I see every muscle in his neck is strained.

His mouth is open in a silent yell.

And then his strokes flounder as he rocks gently back and forth deep inside me. I feel him throb as he comes.

The energy dissipates between us, but the feelings…

They go nowhere.

Wraith kisses me, this time with a tenderness that aches. He runs his hands over my thighs, and I stroke his hair when he lowers his forehead to my shoulder.

“Didn’t think it could be better than the last time,” he mutters before kissing the bite marks on my breasts.

“Me either.”

“Sorry about the biting. You good, Blue?”

I nod. “I am. It felt surprisingly good.”

I guess this is what afterglow feels like. I feel so utterly connected to Wraith right now as my body periodically shudders coming down from the places he took me.

We stay like that for another minute until we start to cool, and Wraith’s cock begins to soften. He reaches between us and eases his cock out before removing the condom and dealing with it.

I wiggle to a more comfortable seating position on the edge of the vanity while he cleans up and zips up his jeans.

“That’s a fine way to send a man out to start his day,” he says when he catches me watching.

“I’m sorry we had to make it work in here,” I say, suddenly aware of the shitty bathroom we just fucked in.

He touches my cheek. “Never apologize. This place isn’t forever. And you have a son. We do what we have to do to make it work. And honestly, five-star hotel or tiny apartment bathroom, your pussy is still going to feel incredible to me.”

“Are compliments about your pussy meant to make you feel all warm inside?”

Wraith laughs. “Wouldn’t know. I don’t have a pussy. But compliments about my cock are always accepted. Get cleaned up. I’ll make some breakfast.”

He moves toward the door, but I reach for his wrist and stop him. “When you go out there, it’s not all going to change again, is it? You aren’t going to suddenly not want me around and tell me to leave with Smoke?”

“Ah, fuck,” he mutters as he lifts me down off the vanity. “No. I’m not. What happened was not your fault and was all me. You see, I’m?—”

“Mom?” Fen’s shout echoes through the wall.

“Shit,” I curse, reaching for my pajamas. “You need to get out of here.”

He opens the door once I’ve pulled the T-shirt over my head. “I’ll tell you what happened. Maybe one day when you don’t have a shift and Fen is at school.”

“Okay…just get back out there for now.”

We don’t get the chance to talk again. Between me getting Fen ready for school and refusing to let Wraith take him to kindergarten on his bike, we use up the rest of the time we have before Wraith gets a call from Butcher and has to leave.

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