Chapter 35 Seven
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
SEVEN
I wake up several times over the course of the next few weeks, but I’m never conscious for more than a few moments. Through the fog of my fever, I swear I see Grace leaning over me, her hand on my forehead and eyes full of worry—but I know that’s not the truth.
Grace is long gone. I gave her the key to her freedom, and I have no doubt she took it.
Any visions of Grace I might be having are just that—vivid, horribly pleasant hallucinations.
Still, it’s nice to dream…
A few days later, I open my eyes, and my fever is gone. I blink several times, attempting to raise my head, but for some reason, my muscles won’t cooperate. Gritting my teeth, I curl my fingers, pleased that some part of my body is still working.
I stare up at the ceiling, becoming increasingly aware of a burning pain in my thigh. Still, it’s nothing compared to the agony in his heart.
“Grace…” My voice comes out a croaked whisper, and to my horror, a tear slides out of the corner of my eye. God, look what she’s done to me. I’m putty for her.
And she’s gone. Gone, just like I knew deep down she would be—
“Seven? Are you awake?”
Pleasure ripples through my body as her sweet, intoxicating voice flits across the room. My chest brims with hope as footsteps sound out, moving closer to me.
With all the strength I can muster, I turn my head to the side, and my heart nearly explodes at the sight of Grace standing at the side of my bed.
“Hey.” The corner of her mouth tips in a tiny smile. “I’m glad you’re awake.”
I don’t understand. She was supposed to be gone. She was supposed to leave me to die, to flee as far from this place as her wings would take her.
Yet here she is, standing in front of me with a smile and a syringe.
Wait… “Syrringe—what’s it for?” I croak, attempting yet again to sit up in bed.
“Something for the pain.” Her mouth pinches in sympathy. “I was holding off on giving it to you—I didn’t know how much was safe. But now that you’re awake, you can tell me how much. Assuming you know, that is.”
I slowly reach out an arm, pointing at a line on the syringe. “That much. I should still be lucid with that.”
“Will you still be in pain?”
I wince, pushing further up in bed, not wanting her to see me weak. “Probably.”
“Then let me give you more.”
I shake my head. “No. I need to be alert. Need to be able to protect you…” The room goes in and out of focus, and I shut my eyes tight, hoping it will ease the dizziness. It doesn’t.
“Seven, please. Let me help you.” She places her hand on my arm, and pleasurable sparks skitter across my skin. It's hard to focus on her words, but somehow, between the pain and the euphoria, I’m able to pay attention.
“Okay…” Against my better judgement, I relax back against the soft bedding.
Grace begins rubbing her hand gently up and down my arm, soothing me into a sense of calm I’ve never known before.
Even without the drugs, my eyes drift closed, lulled into a peaceful trance where nothing else exists but Grace and me.
I want her colors to bleed into mine. To know what it’s like to feel the light.
To be full of something. To be whole. To be loved.
“Please don’t go,” I whisper, my voice cracking with raw emotion. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Seven. I didn’t leave when you needed me, and I’m not leaving now.” She slides her hand down, taking my hand in hers. “You can rest, Seven. You’re safe.”
Just before I slip away, I force my eyes open, staring deep into Grace’s kind brown eyes as an unfamiliar emotion pounds in my chest. It’s warm, and light, and exhilarating—and it’s the greatest high I’ve ever experienced.
“No one has ever said that to me before.” My heart pounds at the tender look in her eyes. “No one… no one ever cared enough.”
Her grip tightens, and it seems like she’s trying to take some of my pain away. “I care, Seven. I care, and I’ll keep you safe.” With her other hand, she reaches up, cupping my face. “You can let go, now.”
I stare up at her, struggling to stay awake. There’s so much I want to tell her, so much that I’ve never said. I’m worried I won’t get the chance ever again.
“It’s okay. Just close your eyes and rest,” she whispers, brushing her thumb tenderly over my cheek.
And so, I do.
Over the next few days, Grace nurses me back to health. She makes me soup, kisses my head, and cuddles with me in bed—my favorite activity besides the one Grace has dubbed “forbidden” until I’ve fully recovered.
We spend time taking care of Zorro, playing board games, and watching old movies on the TV in my apartment. It’s been a wonderful week, but it’s also been hell.
She refuses to let me breed her, saying she’s worried about my health. She doesn’t realize that denying me her sweet pussy is literally killing me, and if I don't have her soon, I might simply pass away.
I’ve been good for so long, but today, I can’t wait any longer.
I stalk into the kitchen where Grace is making herself a cup of tea. She turns her head over her shoulder, giving me a smile that has my balls tightening with desire.
I come up behind her, wrapping my arms around her stomach, kissing the side of her neck, and she freezes when she feels my hard length pressing into her back.
“Seven… we talked about this.”
“I know.” I nip at her ear. “And still, my cock aches for you. I think I'm sick.”
“I know you’re sick.” She leans into my touch. “That’s half the reason I like you. Why I want to be yours.”
The breath freezes in my lungs. She didn’t just… “Grace…”
She lets out a hum, closing her eyes as she turns her head into my chest. “Yes, Seven?”
“What did… you just said…”
“That I want to be yours?” She gazes up beneath her thick lashes, her lips spread in a wide grin. “I did say that.”
My grip tightens, my chest clenching as tears burn my eyes. “Say it again,” I whisper. “Please… please, say it again.”
She turns in my arms, tilting her chin up to look me straight in the eyes. She seems so sure, yet so vulnerable, and the tenderness creasing her face nearly brings me to my knees.
“I want to be yours, Seven. All yours. I… I choose you.”
“You don’t mean that…” My chest is brimming with a strange emotion—something like hope. “Say it again.”
“I’m staying, Seven.” Her lips tilt in the barest of smiles. “I want to be with you. I want to be yours.”
“Oh God.” My head falls back with a groan. “I never thought… I’ve been dreaming of hearing you say those words. It’s all I've ever wanted.” I lean in, brushing my lips against hers in the sweetest of kisses. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Grace.”
With one powerful movement, I lift her off her feet, placing her on the edge of the countertop. Wrapping my arms around her body, I yank her forward, pressing her sex flush against the hard line of my cock.
“Seven…” Her eyelids lower, her body trembling with desire. “We can’t… I don’t want you to hurt yourself—”
“I don’t fucking care,” I growl, crashing my mouth to hers.
I drag my tongue over her bottom lip, and she opens up for me, allowing me to take the kiss deeper.
She tastes like sunshine and laughter and hope and everything good in this world—the most intoxicating high, the best damn drug I’ve ever had in my system. And she wants to stay.
“I love you, angel.” I caress her face like she’s made of precious glass.
“I’m utterly, wholly, and devastatingly entranced by you.
I have been, and I always will. Forever, my sweet Grace.
Forever.” I press my forehead to hers, breathing in deep, getting high off her scent, her taste on the tip of my tongue.
“Say you’re mine again, Grace. Please. I need to hear you say it. ”
She tilts her chin up, placing a small kiss on the tip of my nose. “I am yours, Seven. I want to be yours, and only yours.” Tears well in her eyes, but not from fear—from the overwhelming sensation of finally giving in.
“Fuck yes, you are,” I moan, reaching down to free my cock. Fisting the hard length, I guide the head to Grace’s dripping entrance, my body shuddering with the need to take her.
Her legs spread, and she opens up for me beautifully, tilting her hips in an effort to take me deeper. “Please, Seven,” she whimpers. “Please. I need you.”
Gripping her hips tightly, I thrust forward, seating my cock in the deepest part of her. I move in her slowly, torturously, each deliberate movement bringing her higher, sending her over the edge.
“Say it again,” I demand, my words finished with a throaty moan. “Fucking say it.”
“I’m yours.” She tilts her hips to take me even deeper. “All yours.”
“God, yes.” My abdomen ripples as I slide in and out of her perfect pussy, slowly, tortuously. Unable to hold off any longer, I increase my pace, fucking her savagely against the counter, making her cry out in bliss.
I reach between our bodies, my fingertips brushing her swollen clit, and Grace’s eyes roll to the back of her head, her body shuddering.
“Seven… Seven, I’m going to—”
I swirl my fingertips once more, and she comes, shattering around my cock with a scream that slithers under my skin and lights my soul on fire. Vision tunneling, I fuck her without abandon, watching her glorious breasts bounce with each powerful thrust.
As she’s reaching the end of her orgasm, I slam my hips flush against hers, reaching up to cup her breast, teasing the nipple to draw out her pleasure. I gaze down into her eyes—at the beautiful, flushed expression she’s wearing—and I come undone.
“Yes,” I moan, “Fuck, yes.”
My cock throbs, pulsing with hot ropes of cum, filling her up just the way I like. I pull back to gaze at Grace, loving her sultry, vulnerable expression. As the last of my release throbs from me, I lean down, capturing Grace’s mouth in a passionate, bruising kiss.
Instead of pulling out, I hold Grace close to my chest, wrapping her legs tight around my waist before I walk us to the bedroom. Still seated deeply inside her, I crawl into bed, my arms curling protectively around Grace’s abdomen as she settles in against my chest.
“You’re mine, aren’t you, angel?” I ask, wanting to hear it one more time. Needing it more than I need air.
She wraps her little hand around my wrist, leaning deeper into my touch as she whispers, “Yes, Seven. Yes, I am.”