Chapter 24

Twenty-Four

Who knew how much time we had left?

I looked at the many beautiful colors in my closet and touched the soft, rich fabrics as I went. I wasn't exactly sad nor was I happy. I wasn't…anything, only wondering, stuck in this strange state—not asleep but not fully awake, either. Like a dream that merged with reality seamlessly, so you couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

I put on red lingerie and that red dress Grey had loved, and they looked better on me that I'd hoped. I'd gained a couple of pounds and I was curvier than I'd ever been before, but everything still fit perfectly. The mirror would have you believing that I lived the best life, that I was happy, my skin glowing and radiant, my hair satin-smooth, my eyes so full of color. All shades of green hid in them, and you'd never guess by looking at them what I'd been through since I first set foot in the Paradise.

Healthy. Glowing. Happy.

But now I knew that mirrors were the biggest liars in the world.

Even so, when I walked out of the closet, I did feel at ease. I did feel comfortable in my skin, and as I went to the other side, to the windows that showed the dark sky and the ocean beyond, my step didn't falter. I just continued to wonder how much longer all of us had left because I'd already answered the most important question we all had to ask ourselves at this point— what do I want to do for what could be the last days of my life?

The answer still hadn't changed since that day I spoke to Romin and Emil. I wanted to be with Grey.

He came into the room, completely unsuspicious, having gone to see Storm and Valentine off the Burrow. When he saw me standing in front of the windows with my red dress on, he stopped in his tracks and let the door fall closed behind him slowly. The lamps on the bedside tables were on, and another near the vanity, but even without them he'd have seen me. Even without them his eyes would have scrolled down the length of me, taking in my breasts and my legs as I rested back against the windowsill.

Now I felt beautiful, too. When he looked at me, I felt like the most beautiful girl in the world.

"Is he gone?" I said, and Grey's bloodshot eyes locked on mine. He opened his lips to talk but ended up only nodding.

I'd never get used to that look on him. He was so fascinated by what he saw in me, and even if I didn't see the same, I believed him when we were like this.

"Good," I whispered. "So…what do you want to do now?"

We both knew what we wanted to do, but the air was so thick with tension, and I could smell his arousal so clearly it was spilling heat all over me. So, I asked, hoping to lighten the mood a bit, to get him moving, and it worked.

"I want to fucking worship the ground you walk on, my queen," he said, his voice thick and hoarse, making my knees weak.

"Come here," I said because he was too far away. He obeyed slowly, looking at me from under his lashes like I was both his queen for real, and his prey. There were no limits to what this man could make me feel with his eyes alone.

"What else?" I said, when he stopped in front of me, so big and hot and hard . Deliciously hard, and I could see it through his jeans, now clearly. That must have been painful, so I ran my hands down his chest, over that blue shirt that looked so beautiful on him, even ripped in the back from his wings, until I reached the buttons.

"I want to worship your body, too. To prove my faith and my dedication," he said, running his fingers up my forearms as I worked on those buttons. His touch raised my hair everywhere his fingers were, just like magic. "And, at the same time, I want to see you on your knees before me—" he touched my chin and raised my head, slowly coming closer and closer—"completely submissive."

I could have moaned at the sound of his voice alone. My tongue came out and I licked my dry lips on purpose, just to see those jaws clenching as he watched—and they did. And when he growled, I slowly pulled his jeans down a bit to give his hard cock some space.

We might not have tomorrow, I thought, but somehow the thought didn't scare me—on the contrary.

"Get to worshiping then, Mister Evernight," I said, and my voice came out breathless, but he understood.

His eyes popped open again, and his lips curled up at the corners, transforming his face into the fucking devil instantly.

"Yes, my queen." And he fell to his knees in front of me.

His hands were all over me in an instant, touching me lightly at first, moving up to my breasts, then down to my legs. His lips were parted and his eyes wide open, barely blinking as he took in every inch of me as if he was seeing me for the first time.

"You're far too good for me," he said, leaning in to kiss my thigh, making red hot flames shoot up my body. "Far, far too good…" He bit my skin hard enough to make me moan, and my head fell back for a second. "Spread these legs for me, baby." With his hands on the backs of my thighs, he slowly pulled my legs to the sides, and I was shaking with need as I moved.

To see him like that, dragging himself closer between my legs, looking up at me like I was his moon, made me want to stay in this moment forever. If we had another day to live or a century, right here was where I wanted to stay.

"Look at you," Grey kept whispering as he touched me slowly. "What are you wearing underneath?" He looked genuinely surprised when he raised my dress to reveal the edge of my very red, very lacy panties.

I bit my bottom lip as I watched him push the fabric higher and higher, so completely entranced it could have been funny.

Then he moved so fast he turned to a blur.

The sound of the dress tearing to pieces filled my head and I cried out. Satin hung on the sides of my body, and Grey was now taking in my lingerie, his hands moving up and down me in a rush.

He looked positively possessed.

"I was wrong earlier. This is the best thing I've ever seen in my life," he whispered, more to himself than me.

"I knew you'd like it."

"Baby, I don't just like it," he said, licking his lips as he leaned in to plant a kiss on my stomach, right under my bellybutton. "You're perfection. These look absolutely gorgeous on you." Slipping his fingers underneath the panties, he looked up at me. "But now they have to go."

And he ripped them to pieces, too.

"Grey, do?—"

That's as much as I was able to say before his mouth closed over my pussy.

I swear I touched the stars with my own hands.

Forget thinking or talking. Within the minute, he had me panting and holding onto his hair to keep him down there, while his fingers dug into my skin, and he raised my left leg over his shoulder to give himself better access.

I leaned back against the windowsill, moving my hips in rhythm with the way he sucked on my clit and tortured me with his tongue, licking my folds and teasing my entrance so masterfully, I was ready to come within the next minute.

My head fell back as I cried out his name, even though I wanted to see. I always wanted to see what he was doing to me because he looked so damn good while he did it, but then he grabbed my other leg and put that over his shoulder, too, and then his wings came out his back, tearing that shirt off him even more.

He let go of my pussy for just a second and looked up at me, eyes completely red, a smile on his face, and my juices on his swollen lips.

"Hold on tight, baby. I'm about to have the feast of my life—and I won't be gentle."

He positioned his wings under my feet to support me better, and the sight of him kneeling and with his face between my thighs stole my breath away. He stuck out his tongue to lick my clit while I watched because he knew I loved that even if I was too embarrassed to say it out loud yet.

It was all of him, the hair and the eyes and the lips and the tongue—everything about him was perfect.

And he really did worship me against that window like his life depended on it.

My head fell back again way too soon because I wasn't in control of my body anymore. And I looked up at the sky while he had his way with me, at the twinkling stars and at the moon that was more silver than I'd ever seen before. Right now, the stars only talked to me about Grey, about this insane pleasure that was under my skin, threatening to make my heart explode. Right now, they didn't care about an end—only what he made me feel as he ate me like he was having the feast of his life indeed.

When I came—much too soon for my liking, but there was no way in hell I could hold back for a second longer—it was different from the other times, too, because the open sky was over me and I really did feel like I was getting closer to it the higher the feeling took me. Grey didn't stop thrusting his tongue inside me at all, knowing exactly how much I needed it to last, and when I began to come down, I did so gently, swinging to the sides like a damn feather in the wind.

In those moments, nothing really mattered except the now. Not the past or the future—just right now, and even though my ass was numb from being driven into the windowsill, I wouldn't change a single detail.

Grey finally took my legs off his shoulders, but he didn't let go of me at all. He wrapped me up in his arms and held me to his chest, kissing my face while I struggled to open my eyes, exhausted in the best possible way—but I knew it wouldn't last. My body would be fired up within the minute, as was always the case with Grey.

"Don't fall asleep now, baby," Grey whispered, bringing his lips to mine. "I'm not done with you yet."

I smiled lazily. "Did you enjoy your feast?"

He squeezed me to his chest tighter. "You have no idea. You taste better every time. It fucking blows my mind." And he stuck his tongue in my throat, kissing me furiously, like it was a goddamn accusation. "I enjoyed my feast very much, baby, but it's only whetted my appetite. Now I need more. I need everything ."

"Greedy Mister Grey," I muttered as he slowly pulled us toward the bed.

"I am," he said with a grin. "I'm a greedy bastard."

"You're my greedy bastard."

He stopped by the bed corner and leaned his head back to look at me. "I am. Even my soul belongs to you, my queen." He said it solemnly, like it was an oath.

It didn't surprise me because my soul belonged to him, too.

I grinned. "You really are a sight to see, but you look better when you're worshiping me."

A brand-new light twinkled in his eyes. "It's the best thing I've done in my life."

I nodded—absolutely true. "And you do it really well."

"And I'm going to do it again and again." He leaned in closer, his lips hovering over mine.

"…and again," I whispered, before he kissed me and took my breath away.

Then he threw me on the bed and I bounced a couple of times before I settled, but I still saw how he took his clothes off to get in bed with me.

I was on fire again even before he touched me.

"It's beautiful," said Grey as he ran his hands down my bra.

"Are you going to tear it off me?" He'd already done that with my dress and my panties, which were probably somewhere by the window still.

"No, I think I'll keep it for now," he said, leaning down to kiss my collarbone as he pushed my legs to the sides. Then he went lower and lower, kissing and licking until he reached the lacy fabric. He looked up at me with a mischievous little grin before he grabbed it between his teeth and pulled it down to reveal my breast.

Goddamn him, he was hot as fuck.

He stuck his tongue out and—still holding my eyes—flicked the tip over my rock-hard nipple. A miracle I didn't fall back on the bed. The need to see more of what he did to me held me there with my head a bit raised, looking down at this beautiful creature who came alive when he was naked with me.

My hands were in his hair, but then he grabbed them by the wrists and pulled them down on the bed, squeezing them gently. He did the same thing to the other side, too—grabbed the fabric of the bra and pulled it down with his teeth. This time, though, while he looked at me, he took my breast in his mouth and sucked, too.

Impossible to hold back a moan. My back arched to give him even more, to give him everything .

He took his time in kissing and licking and biting me, sometimes looking up at me and sometimes so focused on what he was doing he looked possessed. But he didn't let go of my wrists even when I begged him—I wanted to move, to grab him, touch him, too—until he was at my stomach and lower, kissing my pelvis, running his tongue on my clit just once before he rose to his knees.

By then I was already panting. He could secretly be a god judging by the way he brought me to life with that tongue.

He pulled my legs up, too, rested my heels on his shoulders, then proceeded to kiss them and touch them, going all the way down to my thighs to tease me until my hips were moving uncontrollably. I held onto the sheets, completely hypnotized as he kissed every inch of me, then slowly pushed my legs back together, and my knees toward my chest.

With one hand under them, he pressed my thighs down. A growl sounded from deep in his throat as he looked at my pussy. He stuck his thumb in his mouth and licked it, completely focused as he brought his hand down again, then pressed that thumb to my clit. I didn't see it, but I felt it all the way to my soul.

I cried out his name and he didn't let me move a single inch, holding my legs down and torturing me with that thumb, slipping it inside me all the way, then back up to my clit again while he whispered his praise to me.

My eyes were closed and my whole being hung on that thumb as his movement became faster and more violent. God, he could make me come like this within a minute, and I would have no complaints whatsoever.

But Grey had other plans.

He leaned down and licked me again, just a couple of times because he claimed my pussy looked too good not to taste in this position, and he began to tease me with his cock. I hated that I couldn't see it, too, because he looked so entranced as he watched how the tip of him slid between my squeezed in folds, then inside me only halfway, then up to my clit again.

Trying to move was impossible—he didn't let me even push my hips up a little bit, so hypnotized by where we connected he didn't look up at my face once.

"Grey, please," I whimpered because it wasn't fair that he thrust himself inside me like that only halfway, then moved back out again. I needed him like I needed to breathe. God, I was shaking.

"Keep begging, baby. You feel so fucking good," he said, giving me only his tip again in short, fast thrusts. "You look incredible, and you sound even better." Closing his eyes for a second, he threw his head back and sighed as if his lungs had been full of air.

So, I begged and pleaded, trying to push my hips up as hard as I could to take him in deeper, but he didn't let me until he was ready.

Then he finally looked into my eyes, brought both hands on the backs of my thighs to keep me steady and said, "I'm going to fuck you until those whimpers turn into screams."

He did.

He thrust himself inside me all the way with one motion, leaning in until he couldn't get any deeper. He kept holding my legs down and forcing his cock in, folding me in fucking half until my eyes rolled in my skull.

His head was between my ankles and he moved up and down while still inside me, his pelvis rubbing against my clit.

"Eyes on me, baby," he whispered, his half closed, and then he continued to fuck me until I was screaming like a mad woman.

He pounded into me, not letting me move at all, and maybe that's why the pleasure was twice as intense. I was completely helpless and at his mercy, and my body loved what he was doing, every little movement, every new depth he reached.

He kept going for a long time.

Eventually, he pushed himself back again and slowed his pace, rising on his knees, circling my clit with his thumb.

"Hold your legs for me, baby. I want to see how I fill you," he said, bringing my arms around my legs so I could hold myself in position for him, and I gladly did.

Hugging my knees to my chest tightly, I kept my eyes on him as he moved faster and faster, completely delirious with pleasure, until he came.

Whispering my name, he slammed his hips against me and came hard, throwing his head back, but only for a second. Then he pulled his cock out of me and spread his cum all over my folds, teasing me, rubbing against me, and the look in his eyes was priceless. I came, too, just imagining what he was seeing, just feeling him sliding against my pussy with such ease.

By the time he fell on the bed next to me and wrapped me in his arms, my legs were completely numb and my eyes closed, a big goofy smile on my lips.

"How do you feel better each time?" Grey whispered, lips pressed to the top of my head.

"Mhmm…" was the best I could give him. I was slowly drifting to sleep, but I wasn't panicked because I knew he wouldn't let me. No way were we done—no way.

"I can't get enough of you, woman. What have you done to me?" he said through gritted teeth, and my smile just got bigger, and my toes curled all the way as he slowly began to touch me. One arm remained wrapped around me, holding me to his chest, and he moved the other lower, and played gently with my breasts until my nipples were hard again.

Until my body, all on its own, turned slightly to the side to give him better access.

"I want to steal you away from this world. I want to hide you from everyone forever. I want us to have our own little island that's invisible to them—how does that sound?" he continued, lost in thought as he continued to touch my stomach and my hips.

"Fuck, Grey," I breathed because that did sound amazing, better than a dream, and he felt amazing, too. That hand touching me so gently felt incredible, and my thighs were already spreading apart when his fingertips reached between them.

"Grey will fuck you all night, my queen. All day, too," he teased, slipping his fingers down my folds slowly until I moaned. He caught the sound with his mouth and continued to touch my pussy, slipping his fingers inside me and I could have sworn I felt his cum dripping out. He moved his fingers around, spreading it all over until my pussy was completely coated with it.

"There," he said. "Exactly as it should be." And he closed his hand over it. " Mine. "

I loved his possessiveness so much it was ridiculous. I planted kisses on his neck while he still played with me, turning me on again slowly this time, so perfectly slowly.

"Have you ever tried anal before?"

I almost blushed. "No."

"Good," he said without missing a beat. "Your ass is mine, baby." And he slapped it so hard it stung. "I can't wait to claim all of you."

Now I was red in the face. "Isn't it painful?" I muttered because the idea did excite me, even though I never even thought about it before. Annabelle had told me once that it was really, really painful, and I never even considered trying it—not that Brandon had ever been interested in trying anything other than him lying down and me being on top because he was tired from work.

God, now when I thought about it…such a fucking disaster that I'd genuinely thought that was it. That that was good, when it was never even okay.

"No, baby, it's not. Not when you know what you're doing. I promise you, it won't hurt at all," he said, and raised my head. "Do you trust me?"

"I do." That wasn't even a question.

"Then let me take care of it. I live to please you, my queen."

That did sound really fucking nice. "Then let's do it."

He kissed me deeply. "We will. But first—" He moved us so fast the entire room tilted out of view before I landed on my feet on the floor. "First, I want to bathe you, and I want to fuck you in the bathtub." He pointed at the bathroom door. "Then we'll see what more you have in there that I can rip off your perfect body." He pointed at the half-open closet door next. "And we'll take it from there. How's that?"

Well, fuck.

"Please proceed," I said, a bit breathless.

Grey wasted no time at all.

He led me to the bathroom and had me sit there and watch him fill up the tub, use up half a bottle of a vanilla shampoo he liked in it, then fix the towels so that he could dry me as soon as we were done. He was very dedicated, indeed, and wouldn't let me even move until the bath was full and bubbly and steaming, and then he took me in his arms and lay me down gently, like he thought I might break if he handled me too hard.

I'd be a damn liar if I said I didn't love it. I loved to be spoiled by him so much that I couldn't stop smiling.

Grey sat on the edge of the tub across from me, and slowly raised my legs and rubbed them as he looked at me with a gleam in his eyes and a small smile on those gorgeous lips.

We didn't talk, didn't even think about anything other than what we were doing. The world outside could be burning, but as far as we were concerned, we were the only ones on the planet.

Grey raised my foot to his face and kissed my toes one by one, covering half his stubble in foam, which made him look like a very hot, very mischievous Santa I wanted to nail me right now.

But he was being gentle still, so once he was done with my feet, he moved to the other side of the tub and put his legs on either side of me. The back of my head rested on his hard cock and I moved it a bit as he continued to rub my arms, then my chest, then my breasts again until he felt I was clean enough. Until I couldn't stop moaning with every breath I took, eyes half open and on his face.

Then Grey said, "Move, baby."

I only moved a little to give him room to navigate. He sat in the tub behind me and put me on his lap. My back was against his chest, and the water spilled out of the tub with our movements, but Grey didn't stop. He pulled us lower and lower until only our faces were out of the water. I was lying on him, feeling every inch of him against my back, and he continued to play with me for a long time.

"I can't take it anymore," I said because his cock pressed to my ass and his hands all over my body were going to drive me insane.

"Yes, I think you're ready to be fucked now," he teased, biting my earlobe.

I would have laughed if I wasn't so turned on, but when I was high like this, his words hit differently. Very differently.

I didn't even bother to try to move because I knew he wouldn't let me. So, when he sat us up again, he easily grabbed my hips and brought me closer, holding me just over his cock.

"I need you to spread your legs now, baby. Put your feet over the edges," Grey instructed. "And I want you to grab my cock and hold it up so I can sit you on it."

Yes, yes—abso-fucking-lutely yes.

I pushed my feet over the edges of the tub and eagerly reached between them for his cock. Grey had no trouble holding me up by the hips, and once his tip was right in front of my entrance, he began to lower me down on his cock.

The sensation fried my nerve ends so fast. My body opened up for him and my head fell back when he sat me down all the way. Water spilled out of the tub, and Grey said, "Pull your legs inside again. Squeeze them together."

So, I did. The feeling intensified immediately because in that position, his cock seemed to be even deeper inside me than normal. My hips moved on their own, but Grey held onto them, stopping me in place.

"Don't move, my queen. Let me please you."

Holding onto the edges of the tub, I obeyed and focused only on the pleasure. He moved me by the hips forward and back, rubbing against my folds, and the sound of the water splashing and spilling filled my head. It was louder than my moans at first, louder than Grey's whispered praise.

He slid deeper into the tub as he moved me up and down his cock next. Even though my back was turned to him and I couldn't see his face, I could imagine the lust in his eyes just fine, the passion, the burning desire he had for me, the way he loved to see me taking in every inch of him every time he fucked me.

We stayed there for a while, until half the tub was empty, and Grey sat up again. He wrapped an arm around my waist, bringing his hand forward, between my legs, rubbing my clit as he pounded into me from below.

Water everywhere. Moans and screams and whispers in my ear. I came so hard I cried out at the top of my lungs.

Grey held me down on his cock hard enough to bruise me, but the pain worked so perfectly with the pleasure. He came, too, together with me, and we continued to move like that, chasing the high still, until our muscles locked and our limbs became heavy.

There was no way I could say a single thing, or even move at all, so when he pulled me to lay on his chest, I made no sound. My eyes were closed, and I even fell asleep for a bit because the next time I was aware of my surroundings, I was in Grey's arms and he was adjusting the water's temperature in the shower.

"Tired yet?" he whispered, kissing my lips gently, his wet hair sticking to his face, his eyes alive and glistening.

"Not a chance," I muttered, though I was. But I knew that as soon as he began to touch me again, I'd be wide awake because I'd fucking slept enough. Way too many times without him. "Don't you dare stop," I said, and his smile grew.

"As you wish, my queen."

He put me on my feet and washed away the foam and our cum from between my legs, then wrapped me up in fluffy white towels and carried me back to the bedroom, leaving the bathroom a total mess. Water everywhere, but we could clean it tomorrow. No rush.

The night was still young, and we made good use of it, Grey and I. He let me rest on his chest for a few minutes and dried my hair simply by touching it, caressing it, and using small amounts of his magic that I barely even felt.

Then he took me to the closet, and we picked a black set of lingerie this time, and a royal purple dress—such gorgeous pieces.

True to his words, he tore them all off my body while he worshipped me on the bed all night long.