Chapter 15 #2
“Little crow, what are you doing?” His voice is strained and I chuckle at him as I continue. I work my fingers up and down, watching him watch me as I slip a finger inside, letting out a little gasp. Gray moves one of his hands to his trousers and readjusts himself.
He likes this.
I like this.
I slip in another finger, feeling full but not as full as I know I'd feel with him inside me. I think about that and I grow wetter.
“Oh, my sweet, I know what you're thinking. You want this inside you.” He grabs his crotch, letting me see the outline of his hard cock through his trousers. I moan and I start to thrust my fingers in and out harder.
“I need you, Gray. I need you,” I whisper as I thrust myself harder and curl my fingers to hit my sweet spot. My back arches and my hips start to move along with my fingers.
“Keep going, my love, think of me, think of what I can finally do to you once we can touch. As soon as I'm whole in your world, nothing will stop me once I'm laid upon you. I will devour you for the rest of eternity.”
“Let me see you, all of you.” I'm so close now.
Gray chuckles and shakes his head. “Not now, my darling. Soon. For now, let me see how you look when you come hard from thinking of me.” I close my eyes at his words. “Look at me.” He demands and I open my eyes and stare at his.
So gold. So deep.
I keep my fingers inside me, rocking to and fro, and I use my other hand to draw circles on my clit.
“That’s it. Come for me. I can feel how close you are.”
That’s all I need. I cry out his name, closing my eyes and seeing stars.
I'm hot, I'm sweaty and I'm panting. My body relaxes and I sprawl across my bed smiling at Gray once again clutching my bed frame.
I hear the wood groaning beneath his palms and I giggle, rolling off the bed, walking over to my wash tub.
“Is the water ready now?” I say teasingly. He chuckles to himself and stands up to his full height, running his hands through his hair and taking in a deep breath, his chest sticking out more. I can’t wait to run my hands all over it. To feel every ridge, bump and muscle he has on him.
Especially the one he's hiding.
I remove my pathetic scrap of nightwear and slip into the washtub. The water feels much better on my skin today than before, and I relish in the warmth and aromas, which somehow seem richer. Gray sits on the bed and watches me.
“Today, I want to show you a little something I do, so you can understand me more,” he says, breaking the silence. Thinking back, I don't really know him. I never cared to learn details of someone else before, but now? I want to. A second chance. For him. My mind starts racing with questions.
“What does this involve?”
“I would rather show you than tell you, my love.”
“How old are you?” Gray bursts out laughing which makes me smile.
“I am older than your world, this earth. I do not know exactly how many years and I do not have an actual birth date.” I look at him, shock on my face. He can't be that old.
“Yes, I am that old.”
“Can you hear my thoughts?” I raise an eyebrow.
“So many questions, my queen. Only sometimes, not always.” He smiles at me from my bed.
“I realised I don't know much about you, so thought I'd ask.” I move around in the water, washing myself and taking a nice long time to do so, knowing Gray is watching my every move.
“Why me, Gray? If you have lived this long, why now do you choose someone? Or have you had many lovers in the past and they have all died to old age or the sword?”
“I have taken many to bed, but no further. I always wanted to have someone to share my life with, but none have been good enough, worthy enough, to be by my side. You, Evelyn, are everything I want and need and more. You are my person. You belong with me.”
His words make me shiver.
“But when I die? Then what?” I ask and Gray remains silent. “Gray, then what?”
“I… I cannot tell you, my goddess…” Gray sighs and puts his head into his hands.
I'm done with the bath now. I get out, letting the water drip everywhere, and I go to stand in front of Gray. He opens his legs so I can get as close as I can and he raises his arms to place them on my hips but stops himself, remembering that he can't touch me. His face looks pained.
“Get yourself dried and dressed, my crow, and we will go for a walk,” he whispers. This surprises me a little. A walk? Sounds…cute? Romantic?
“Okay,” I whisper back to him, walking backwards and turning to get some clothes to wear.
As I ready myself for the day, Gray goes out to Ada and the rest of my animals and tends to them.
He can touch them, but not me. I watch from the window as he strokes Milly’s face and Ada’s neck, admiring the trophies plaited into her mane and looking at her draining of colour.
But at this, he smiles. My eyes widen in sudden realization, my heart pounding in my chest out of nowhere.
I like this.
No, I love this.
Gray collects some eggs and fetches them back, placing them on the table. This feels so normal. Like, how life should be. Him by my side, tending to animals and being…happy.
I want this.
He glances at me and smiles, and I nod in return. “I'm ready, my Gray.”
His smile drops and he places a hand on his chest, his heart. “My… My Gray?” He repeats quietly, his eyes have gone soft and he’s still holding his chest. I smile up to him.
“Yes, my Gray.”
“Oh, Evelyn.” He moves to wrap his arms around me but, like earlier, they simply go through me and he roars in frustration, so desperate to touch me. He looks at me, his eyes bleeding to red.
Anger.
I smile sweetly at him, trying to soothe this anger.
“Let’s go do your job, sweetheart, before you destroy my cottage.” Gray follows me out of the door, but I don’t dare turn to see what colours his eyes are now.