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Chapter 47 - Please What?

Charlie's head was swimming as she focused on the sensation of Alastor inside her. They hadn't moved for a few minutes and it was like the calm before the storm. She knew that as soon as one of them made the first move, it would break the dam. 

Alastor was audibly taking in breaths as he kept his eyes on Charlie's. He was waiting on something, he just wasn't sure what. Perhaps she's uncomfortable and wants to stop? Surely not, the connection they had felt like pure bliss to him. Was she waiting on him to make the first move? Alastor had to admit, he wasn't exactly sure what to do next. Everything he had done so far was thanks to little study session of some pornography but he didn't focus on the actual sex part because he didn't think it could be so difficult. He researched some extra things to attempt to woo Charlie but now that the moment has arrived, he was completely blank. Panic surged through him making his heart beat even faster.

Charlie must've saw the fear in his eyes because one of her hands gently laid on his cheek. "Alastor if you're not comfortable with continuing, we can stop. There's no pressure. We certainly have all the time to continue later." 

Alastor shook his head quickly, making his monocle fall off his face and onto the bed next to them. "No no on certainly not dear. I-I must admit, I'm not-that is I don't really-" Alastor growled from his lack of coherent words. He felt heat rise in his face and all he wanted to do was fade into the ground and disappear. 

"Alastor, I'm not quite sure I fo-" Charlie realized quickly what the issue was. This was most likely Alastor's first time being intimate, so of course he wasn't sure of what to do next. She let a sweet smile spread on her face which made Alastor more flustered. She slowly pushed him back onto the mattress as she moved her hips into a more comfortable position. Alastor took in a raspy breath as he felt Charlie's inner walls grip him tighter with this new angle. 

"Don't be so focused on trying to impress me." Charlie whispered as she grabbed her nighty and pulled it over her head. She tossed it lazily to the floor and let Alastor drink in his new sight of her. She truly was part angel, there was no denying it. She glowed from within and it seemingly radiated from her alabaster skin. Her perky breasts were perfect as they were adorned with tiny pink nipples. Not a blemish on her entire body, she resembled a Greek statue. Alastor couldn't fathom how he was even worthy to look at her like this, much more be with her on such an intimate level.

To have her love. 

"How?" Was all Alastor could make come out of his mouth. Charlie cocked her head in confusion, her fingertips caressing his bare chest. 

"How what?" 

"How am I worthy of you?" Alastor let the question slip out before he could even consider if it was the right time to ask such a thing. Even after everything they've been through, even with him literally inside her at this moment, he still couldn't fathom how he was lucky enough to be the demon she chose. Charlie sighed contently as she leaned forward, her face hovering above his own. He could smell her strawberry shampoo mixed with sweat and it was oddly intoxicating. He wanted to make her sweat more. 

"How about a deal?" Charlie asked. Alastor blinked a few times as he let the offer sink in.

"Color me intrigued."

"The deal is," Charlie slowly moved her hips up his cock then letting them fall back onto him, making his eyes bug out. "I will spend every day reminding you how you're worthy of me. How you're worthy of love. My love." 

Alastor thickly swallowed as she continued her movements. "In exchange for?" 

"In exchange, you must never leave me. Even when we fight, and we will fight, or when things get difficult. Your first instinct might be to run but now you can't." Charlie picks up the speed in which she starts to slide up and down his wet cock. The sound of skin slapping skin becoming louder and louder which was making Alastor lose oxygen each time. Each collision of hips sent sparks to his brain. He had to focus everything he had into forming words.