Wraith (BEING REWRITTEN)

Chapter Forty Seven

I woke up to the sound of the walking dead playing and Greyson's subtle heartbeat. I lift my head from his chest with a groan.

"What time is it?" I mumble, rubbing my eyes.

"12:46, you slept all day." Greyson replies, rubbing up and down my arm. I groan again and stand up to stretch.

"I'm hungry." I say, walking towards the door, "do you want anything?"

"No, I'm going to get in the shower." He replies, walking over to me and pulling me into his arms. He plants a long kiss on my lips then releases me.

He walks to the bathroom and I begin to make my way downstairs. I hear the shower running and turn around because I decided food can wait.

He's already in the shower when I get there so I quietly undress and open the shower door. He turns to face me, his eyes taking in my body.

"Turn around," he mutters, the steaming water running down his face. I complied, turning around and placing my hands on the glass wall of the shower.

He grabs my hips and thrusts into me from behind.

"Oh my god," I muttered, my fingers digging into the wall.

"I thought you were getting food," he mutters in my ear. I shrugged, moaning as he thrusted again.

"I changed my mind," I whispered, resting my head against the wall. He picked his pace up, pounding into me. I screamed his name, trying to grip the glass wall for support.

"Good girl," he groans, kissing my back. I moan in reply, leaning back into him as he keeps thrusting.

We finish our shower at around 1:40.

R.I.P. his water bill.

After that I was so tired that I fell straight back to sleep in his arms. I woke up to my phone ringing so with my eyes still closed I reach for it on the nightstand.

Greyson is on top of me, his head on my chest and his face in my neck.

"Hello?" I ask groggily, playing with Greyson's messy hair using my free hand.

"Vanessa," it's my dad, "meet me at the diner downtown in 20. Please." His voice was sad and pleading. I sighed into the phone.

"Ok, I'll be there," I replied. Greyson stirs and I hang up the phone, wrapping my arms around him.

"What's wrong?" He asks, pulling his head away.

"My dad wants me to meet him at a diner soon," I mumbled, laying my head back on the pillow with a sigh.

"You're going?" He asks curiously. I nod, moving to get up. He grabs me before I can and pins me under him, kissing me passionately. "When?" He asks.

"20 minutes," I whisper between kisses. He hums a reply, deepening the kiss and thrusting his tongue into my mouth.

As we continue making out he thrusts into me and I moan, gripping the back of his head. He continues thrusting painfully slow, before pulling out and thrusting quicker.

"Greyson," I moan against his lips. He groans in reply, his hand gripping my neck while the other rests above my head.

He keeps at it until we both finish. Then he releases me and I stand up on shaky legs. He snickers quietly as he stands and walks, butt ass naked, into the bathroom.

I go into the closet and just grab black leggings and a tank top with a cream colored cardigan. I then joined Greyson in the bathroom. He was in the shower so I just brushed my teeth and washed my face. I went to put my hair in a braid but quickly decided to leave it down when I saw how many marks were displayed on my neck.