Wraith (BEING REWRITTEN)

Chapter Thirty

Bright sunlight decided it would be a good idea to shine right in my face. Mornings suck.

I groaned, rolling away from the light and into a hard warm chest. I took a deep breath, oak and pine overwhelming my senses, immediately relaxing me.

I'm not even going to bother opening my eyes.

"Amore," he murmured. I groaned again, nestling further into his chest. He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest.

"I don't want to get up," I mumbled, I'm not even sure I can get up. He sighed, pulling me from his chest and rolling on top of me.

"Well what happened to your insistence on going to school?" He asked, sounding like a total smart ass.

"I don't have tests today and Jace is gonna be there," I pouted. He clenched his jaw at the mention of Jace's name.

"Yeah never mind you're right you're not going," he rolls us over, pulling me on top of him. My center right on top of his growing erection.

"Greyson it's 7 a.m.," I muttered, sitting up.

"So?" He sat up with me, pulling my hips so we were pressed fully together. He began guiding my hips, rocking me back and forth against him. 

"So I'm sore," I said breathily. I don't think I can take what he'll do now after last night. "Be gentle."

He smirked, kissing me softly before pulling away and looking me dead in the eyes.

"No promises," he said before quickly flipping us over and thrusting into me. A loud moan immediately left my lips.

"Fuck," he groaned, gripping my hips tighter. He pulled out, thrusting in again.

"Greyson!" My nails dug into his shoulders as he kept going, never breaking pace. I arched my back, lifting my hips. I need him deeper.

He rolled us back over and I took over, riding him. He sat up, keeping his hold tight on my hips, helping me grind on him. I quickly came undone, letting my head fall against his shoulder as I moaned.

I felt him twitch inside of me and he flipped us over again, pulling out quickly, his release spilling all over the sheets.

Both of us panted heavily. Greyson got up, walking into the bathroom. I heard running water then he walked back out.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he picked me up bridal style, carrying me into the bathroom. The bathtub was running, steam rising from the water.

He lowered me down into the tub, the hot water relaxing my sore muscles.

"I'll be right back," he muttered, kissing my forehead. Before I had the chance to ask where he was going he was already out of the bathroom.

I watched as he walked back over to the bed, still buck ass naked, and started stripping the bed sheets. I couldn't help the smile that fell on my face. He looks so focused, it's adorable.

After he put them in the dirty clothes hamper that I hadn't even seen the night before, he came sauntering back into the bathroom. He wordlessly slipped into the tub behind me, pulling me to his chest.

"I never want you to leave like that again," he muttered in my ear, most likely referring to Italy.

"Trust me I didn't want to go," I whispered back. His arms came around my shoulders as he laid back in the tub, me on his chest.

"I know, I just," he sighed. "I didn't know what happened to you." He kissed the top of my head then nuzzled his face into my neck, sighing deeply.