Chapter Forty
Reaper
Two weeks later
I t’s after midnight and Charlotte and I are in the kitchen drinking some chocolate milk. I've stood in here so many times drinking my milk alone in silence. I thought I enjoyed it, but since Charlotte came into my life, doing anything without her makes me feel like I’m missing a piece of my soul. Sharing these simple moments like this one with her, they're everything to me. She’s everything.
I pick her up and place her on the kitchen island.
“I never understood when people say someone is their person, but now, I get it.
I get it, Charlotte. I didn’t think I had one out there. But you’re my fucking person.” I step closer to her and she wraps her bare legs around my waist. “ Some people are worth melting for ,” I nearly whisper to myself.
“Huh?”
“It’s from that movie with the two sisters and the little talking snowman. Cece was obsessed with it. Made me watch it with her way too many times.” I smile at the memory, then continue, “My heart was frozen, Charlotte. Your love and the unyielding savage fire within you melted the ice around my heart. It started beating again. For you. I can't imagine my life without you now.”
She leans in and kisses me ever so softly. “I love you so much. You’ve saved me in so many ways. Tell me this will last forever, Logan. Tell me we are forever. I can't have it any other way.”
I stare into the hypnotizing aquatic hues of her eyes and say, “I’m still terrified as fuck, but I won’t let fear control me. I want you forever. We are forever, Charlotte. I don't care about anything else. I just want to continue loving you as fiercely as I do and to be loved savagely by you. I don't need anything else. Ever.”
She kisses me again, throwing her arms around my neck as I wrap my arms around her body. “Show me. Right here.”
I push her onto the counter and slip off her underwear, tossing it behind me, onto the sink. She spreads her legs for me, and I stare at her pretty pink pussy waiting for me to devour it.
“You deserve slow and gentle. You also deserve to be fucked as savagely as you kill. But tonight, I'm going to worship your flesh. Tonight I'm going to be excruciatingly slow, make you feel every touch, every inch so thoroughly it burns into your memory.”
I lick and suck her until her legs are shaking and she’s begging me. I stand to my full height and look at the dripping mess coming out of her.
She’s at the perfect height on this counter. I push down my sweatpants and rub the tip of cock through her wet slit. Her back arches and her hard nipples poke through her tank top. I lean forward, grasping onto the shirt with both hands and tear it open, exposing her perky, jiggling breasts. Then I spend time drawing each nipple into my mouth, molding them to peaks.
“Logan, please. I need you inside me.”
I take my time traveling down her body with my lips and tongue until I get back to her sweet pussy. Rubbing my thumb around her clit, I slide my crown through her wetness, teasing her again. She lets out a whimper and I push slowly into her as promised. I want her to feel every single inch of me. Impatient, she tries using her legs to pull me further into her, and I chuckle.
“More. Give me more,” she begs. I thrust completely into her and she lets out a loud moan. “Yes. Oh, Logan. Fuck, you feel so good.”
I move in and out of her in long, slow movements. She’s feeling every inch of me as I’m soaking up every bit of her. Watching my cock disappear into her over and over is nearly sending me over the edge, but I’m not ready to be done with her yet.
Charlotte squeezes her breasts as she moans with the movements, and I lean over her and kiss her. She wraps her hands around my head and passionately returns the kiss as I lift her off the counter. With the swift movement, her leg hits the glass of chocolate milk, and it falls, dripping down the side of the island onto the floor. We chuckle but continue.
I bounce her up and down my cock before I walk us into the living room and lay us on the couch. Gripping her hair tightly, I make her look at me. “I fucking love you, Charlotte.”
“I love you, Logan. ”
I draw out our orgasms as long as possible and when they finally do take over, we jump over the edge into the euphoric darkness together with sweat, tears and love, and a little spilled chocolate milk.
I've survived things I shouldn't have survived. I've become indestructible. No one has been able to take me down. But now, I know my little savage will be the death of me. She will be my destruction, and I smile at that because I wouldn't have it any other way.