Wraith (BEING REWRITTEN)

Chapter Twenty Five

-Vanessa's POV-

I woke up to the feeling of being lifted up. My eyes opened, I was looking over someone's shoulder. I almost freaked out but then I smelled pine and oak. I remembered running into Greyson's arms. I'm safe, he's got me.

"Amore," he gently brushed hair away from my face when I lifted my head from his shoulder. We're in his building, in the elevator. I looked around, Nico was off to the right, on the other side of the elevator.

The bell dinged and the elevator doors opened. My eyes landed on Emma, she was pacing the floor, still in her dress from last night. She looks exhausted.

"V!" she shouted, running towards me. I jumped down from Greyson's arms, letting Emi engulf me in a hug. I groaned slightly at the force of her hug. "Are you ok? What happened?"

"I'm ok, just a little beat up, I'll be fine," I replied with a weak smile. She looked at me in shock.

"I need to check you out, make sure you're ok," Greyson said, placing his hand on the small of my back. Emma reluctantly let go of me. Then she turned to Nico, slapping him then hugging him.

"Don't ever do that again." she said as they walked into one of the guest bedrooms. Greyson led me away and into his bathroom.

"Greyson, talk to me," I said when he wordlessly lifted me onto the counter, then reached for the first aid kit. He avoided looking at me, focussing instead on the medical supplies. I lifted my shirt off. Bruises covered my ribs and abdomen.

When he finished cleaning the cuts on my face and torso I grabbed his hands, pulling them to me. He looked up at me, something unrecognizable in his eyes. He dropped his head with a sigh then pulled me closer to him. He mumbled something into my neck that I didn't hear.

"What?" I whispered, pulling his head from my neck.

"I said." he sighed, looking me in the eyes. "I love you and I thought I lost you."

My jaw dropped. That is not at all what I expected him to say. He looked over my face, gauging my expression. I couldn't think so instead of saying it back, I pulled him to me, crashing my lips onto his.

He grabs the back of my head, angling his own to deepen the kiss. His tongue swept past my lips, tangling with my own.

I lifted his shirt off, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them off with his boxers. He stepped out of his pants, my hands rested on his shoulders as he lifted me off the counter. He took my leggings and underwear off, my legs automatically wrapped around his waist.

He carried me over to the shower, turning it on then pinning me to the wall. He clasped my hands in his, raising them above my head. He pulled away from the kiss, just looking at me. The hot water dripped from his hair and down his chiseled face.

"I love you too," I whispered, his eyes widened then his gaze turned hungry. His lips met mine again and he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth, tugging it.

"Say that again," he muttered, releasing my lip.

"I love you," I repeated. He released my hands, reaching around my back to unclasp my bra. A low, animalistic noise left his throat as I ran my hands down his chest and abs.

"I fucking love you," he growled. He lowered me so I was standing, keeping my back firmly against the wall, the cold tile sending shivers all over my body. He slowly began kneeling on the floor, trailing kisses down my chest and stomach, being extra careful around the bruising.

He got to where I was aching for him, fully kneeled on the ground now, he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder. He gripped my hip with one hand, keeping my leg over his shoulder with the other. He wasted no time, diving his tongue straight into my entrance. I moaned, grasping his hair and throwing my head back.