Page 79 of The Grief We Hold

He cups my face and kisses me with a ferocity I can’t comprehend. Like I’m the only thing in the universe keeping him alive. Like he needs me more than oxygen.

And it’s not just the carnality of it.

It’s more.

Finally, he slides his hands into my pajamas and lifts me while shimmying them down over my butt. Then, he drops them to the floor, before unzipping his jeans. He’s naked beneath them.

His cock is already hard and leaking.

“You were dreaming about me?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“All fucking night,” he replies. He grabs a condom out of his jeans, and carefully rolls it over his piercing.

Then he looks up at my face as he lines himself with my opening and pushes into me. The angle isn’t perfect, and it takes several strokes for him to seat himself deeply into me. His head drops onto my shoulder and then he sucks on the skin. “I wanna consume you, Blue.”

I slide my hand over his shoulders, stroking the skin exposed above the bandages. His cock throbs inside me.

For a second, I wonder if he’s coming already. But then he withdraws and begins to slam into me. I push my hand out to the wall to steady myself. I feel a little out of control, wanton, desperate for what he’s giving me.

The way his piercing rubs me inside is impossible to explain, except it feels like magic.

The feelings I experience are unexpected. I want to say this isn’t like me, but deep down, it’s the me I’ve always wanted to be. Aroused, wet, and so close to begging, even though he’s already giving me what I need.

Wraith slides his hands behind me, clenched on my ass, sweeping me so close to the edge of the vanity that my legs fully dangle. I manage to get them up and hook them around his ass.

His size makes it impossible to fight back and I love the feeling of being overwhelmed and manhandled by him. So, I let my head fall back until I’m leaning on the wall.

The shift in angle is heaven.

His head dips, and he bites and then sucks on my nipples in a way that feels shockingly good.

“More,” I cry, uncertain why I feel like I’m about to burst apart from his touch. My skin feels stretched across my body as Wraith repeats the action on my other breast, harder this time.

It’s raw and primal.

He spits between us, his saliva landing on my hooded clit, before he rubs me in teasing circles.

Wraith places his hands firmly on my hips, holding me in place as he fucks me. “Play with yourself. Help me get you there,” he says between grunts.

I do as he asks, but my actions are unfamiliar. My husband never cared about getting me off. And once, he threw a fit when he found I’d purchased a small vibrator for myself.

I’m out of practice.

Uncertain of what feels good.

“Like this?” I ask.

Wraith watches my fingers. “You tell me, Blue. Looks hot as fuck from my angle.”

And maybe that’s all I need to know.

That Wraith finds what we’re doing hot. That I don’t need to worry about whether I’m enough.

For him, I just am.

I watch where we join, seeing his cock slide in and out, watching his body move as he thrusts into me, feeling the slide of the barbell. All of it starts to well inside me, like a torrent of energy I can’t stop.

“Don’t stop.” The words come out on a whispered cry.

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