I don’t beg.
I haveneverbegged, not since that night with my father. I begged him to stop, but now, I'm begging for something else. Gray turns his head to look at me again and stands. I take him in again: a god, with so much power and confidence.
He walks around to the foot of the bed, leans forwards over the footboard and puts his fists on the frame, his hair falling over his features and down his strong, muscled arms, staring into my eyes and I see the blue ring. I get onto my hands and knees andcrawl across my bed to him, my flimsy little night dress doing nothing to hide any of me from him. I see him glance down and I feel a thrill go up my spine. He's looking at me, on my hands and knees, in front of him, close to being naked. He groans at the sight and takes a deep breath. His eyes flick back up to mine and they're no longer black and blue.
They're gold.
A deep gold. I've never seen his eyes like this before; they've always had the blue hue around his pupil or completely blacked out from killing. I sit up on my heels and let him look at me. His eyes move up and down my body, pausing at my spread knees where there is nothing down there to hide my dignity.
His hands clutch the bedsheet, and he ends up pulling it apart before dropping the material and taking off his tunic. I gasp at the sight of his body. I’ve never seen a body like it—a man’s body. A god’s. He’s all muscle. All strength, towering over me. I never feel this small, this feminine. He makes me feel so many things that I've just never felt before. I want more.
Ineedmore.
I crawl again, to the edge of the bed and stand on my knees. I’m at the height of his stomach; He’s so toned, with a deep V leading down into his trousers. His breathing is deep, uneven and I can see his muscles coil, Tensing. He is still for a moment, then he lifts his head up to the ceiling and releases a breath.
I dare to touch him—I have to. I put my hand to his stomach, and it goes straight through him. The disappointment and pain in my heart hit me hard. Isthis…heartbreak? I drop back onto the bed, and I feel tears welling in my eyes.
Am I crying? Whatisthis?
“What's happening, Gray? Why can't I touch you?” I start to lose it. Anger. Frustration. I'm lost with no straight answers.
“Evelyn, we are not ready to touch. Not yet. I am still but a ghost to you. This will soon change, my love. Trust me.” He looksback down at me, his eyes still gold but not as strong now, fading back to his normal black and blue. I cross my legs and I hold onto my new necklace. Gray chuckles at me as I shoot him a look of anger, but his smile quickly melts my ire away.
“Come on my love, let's get you bathed and see to Ada and Milly.”
“I don’t want to.” I sound like a damn child. Gray chuckles at me again and move across the cottage to draw me a bath, so I lay back on my bed. He returns quickly, standing at my feet and looking at me. His eyes seem to smoulder darkly and he licks his lips, devouring me with his eyes, instead of his tongue, like I want. I lift up my knees and then drop them open so he can see every single inch of me from my feet to my stomach. His eyes instantly switch to gold and he bites his lip. His little fangs showing.
Gold means lust. Black means death; I understand now.
I reach a hand down to my wetness and have a little stroke up and down, making Gray groan.
“Little crow, what are you doing?” His voice is strained and I chuckle at him as I continue. I work my fingers up and down, watching him watch me as I slip a finger inside, letting out a little gasp. Gray moves one of his hands to his trousers and readjusts himself.
He likes this.
I like this.
I slip in another finger, feeling full but not as full as I know I'd feel with him inside me. I think about that and I grow wetter.
“Oh, my sweet, I know what you're thinking. You want this inside you.” He grabs his crotch, letting me see the outline of his hard cock through his trousers. I moan and I start to thrust my fingers in and out harder.
“I need you, Gray. I need you,” I whisper as I thrust myself harder and curl my fingers to hit my sweet spot. My back arches and my hips start to move along with my fingers.
“Keep going, my love, think of me, think of what I can finally do to you once we can touch. As soon as I'm whole in your world, nothing will stop me once I'm laid upon you. I will devour you for the rest of eternity.”
“Let me see you, all of you.” I'm so close now.
Gray chuckles and shakes his head. “Not now, my darling. Soon. For now, let me see how you look when you come hard from thinking of me.” I close my eyes at his words. “Look at me.” He demands and I open my eyes and stare at his.
So gold. So deep.
I keep my fingers inside me, rocking to and fro, and I use my other hand to draw circles on my clit.
“That’s it. Come for me. I can feel how close you are.”
That’s all I need. I cry out his name, closing my eyes and seeing stars. I'm hot, I'm sweaty and I'm panting. My body relaxes and I sprawl across my bed smiling at Gray once again clutching my bed frame. I hear the wood groaning beneath his palms and I giggle, rolling off the bed, walking over to my wash tub.
“Is the water ready now?” I say teasingly. He chuckles to himself and stands up to his full height, running his hands through his hair and taking in a deep breath, his chest sticking out more. I can’t wait to run my hands all over it. To feel every ridge, bump and muscle he has on him.
