Wraith (BEING REWRITTEN)

Chapter Forty Four

I woke up to Greyson's arms still tightly around me, like every morning and his warm chest at my back.

I rolled over to look at his face, it never ceases to amaze me how looking at him makes my heart skip a beat. How soft and calm his features look when he's asleep.

I lean up and plant a kiss on his lips. He grins widely, his arms tightening around me, one hand rubbing circles on my stomach.

"I will never get tired of waking up to that," he mumbles, burying his head in my neck. I giggle, his warm breath tickling my neck. He plants wet kisses all over my neck, sucking on certain spots before moving on.

It's moments like this that make me forget how messed up life can be but then reality sets in. My mom is pissed at me and probably wants to disown me, the Russian mafia is after Greyson and subsequently, me and our baby.

I want one day for just the two- excuse me- three of us.

"Can we stay home today?" I ask, stopping Greyson's hickey escapade. He pulls away and looks at me. "I just want an us day. Forget about the Russian mafia and everything else. Just us."

"Anything you want Amore." He says with a grin. I smile at him. "Neither of us showered when we got home yesterday." He says, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

His lips meet mine, softly at first, then it turns into a full on make out session. We keep making out for a few minutes before he pulls away and I pout.

"What?" He asks teasingly, then he whispers, "I believe there's supposed to be a shower involved." With that he throws the covers off of us and picks me up.

I giggle as he tries to get my shirt off as we're walking. I end up helping him out, leaving me in just my panties.

He kisses me again, sighing into my mouth with a smile stretched across his lips. I jump down from his waist and get his boxers off while he turns the water in the shower on.

My panties come off last and then we're in the shower, he wastes no time before he's inside of me, thrusting into me achingly slow.

"Greyson," I moaned, gripping his shoulders and throwing my head back against the wall. My legs are loosely thrown around his waist and despite his slow pace, they are already shaking.

His lips attacked my neck as he kept going, picking up speed with each thrust until he was pounding into me. I moaned out continuously at his movements.

"Fuck, Vanessa," he moans in my ear. I start kissing down his jawline and neck, in part to keep myself quiet and in part to get more noises out of him.

He gasps in my ear as I suck on his neck and I finish at the sound. He gives one more thrust, finishing right after me.

He carries me out of the shower, turning the water off. He puts me down, holding me up in his arms while my legs shake under me.

I look up into his eyes, they seem to sparkle, accompanied by the wide smile on his face. He kisses me slowly, his tongue caressing against mine in a slow, loving stroke.

We both get dressed, him in sweatpants and me in one of his hoodies, and do our morning routines before heading downstairs to eat and watch some movies.

"What are you hungry for, Amore?" He asks, walking towards the fridge. I lean against the counter, watching the muscles flex in his back as he opens the fridge door.

"Hmmm, how about fried egg and spam sandwiches?" I say. I haven't had one of those in years. My dad used to make them all of the time.

Greyson turns to me with a raised eyebrow. He walks towards me, wrapping his arms around my waist.