Chapter 53: Until You: Chapter 53

I stare up at the ceiling, unable to calm my thoughts. I’ve been looking for my parents for years, and never once did I consider this. I knew there would be a chance my mother gave me up knowingly, but I never could have even dreamt of something like this.

Could I really be the son of a monster? Does his blood run through my veins? I’ll find out tomorrow, and I’m feeling conflicted. On the one hand, I want answers. On the other, I’m scared of what truth I might uncover.

It would explain the violence I struggle to suppress. The satisfaction I felt when I put my former foster father into a coma for touching one of the girls in our home. I’ve known something is wrong with me ever since then, when I realized I felt no remorse at all. I felt that same satisfaction when I wrecked Brad’s face and his entire life, too. Do I get that from my father?

Aria turns in my arms, her lips brushing past my neck. “Can’t sleep?” she whispers.

I pull her closer and tighten my grip on her. She might try to reassure me, but there’s no way she could love me if the tests come back positive. There’s no way a woman like Aria could ever be with the son of a rapist. She might try to convince herself it doesn’t matter, but it does.

“Gray?”

I bury my hand in her hair, finding solace in her embrace. I don’t even know what to say to her, how to explain my worries. I don’t want to put her in a position where she’d have to lie to me to make me feel better.

“Just thinking about the test,” I tell her. The way she was crying as she was telling me about Ida revealed the things she left unsaid. It betrayed her fears.

Aria pushes herself up on my chest and looks at me, the small amount of light from the window illuminating her silhouette. She’s beautiful, and I barely deserve her as it is.

“It’ll be okay, Gray,” she says.

I nod and raise my hand to her face, stroking her cheek with the tip of my fingers. “I love you, Aria,” I tell her, wishing the words were adequate to explain how I feel about her. “You are the missing part. You are what completes me. My life was empty, until you.”

She leans in and lowers her lips to mine. She kisses me, and this kiss is different from all those that came before. I thread my hands through her hair, taking my time with her. I turn us over, so I’m lying on top of her. She spreads her legs for me instinctively, and I smile against her lips.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” I whisper.

“Grayson,” she says, her tone pleading. I lean in and kiss her neck, taking my time, leaving marks all over her skin. Tonight feels different… It feels like it might be the last time I get to hold her, the last time I get to call her mine.

Tomorrow, the way she sees me might change forever. She might never smile at me the same, and while I know she’ll try not to let it show, I know that I’ll lose part of her.

I pull her T-shirt up and she lifts her arms for me. Just a few months ago, she wouldn’t even let me see her naked. She and I have had to work so hard to get where we are. Will all that progress be undone tomorrow?

Her gaze is heated as I wrap my hands around the white lace panties she’s wearing. She lifts her hips for me and I drag them down slowly, wanting to savor this moment.

I spread her legs and lean in to kiss the inside of her thighs, teasing her, slowly getting closer to where I know she wants me.

“Grayson,” she moans. I love my name on her lips. I love that pleading tone of hers. Fuck. I love everything about this woman.

I press a kiss against her pussy before leaning in and getting a taste. Aria moans, and the sound of her drives me insane. I circle my tongue around her clit the way she likes it, getting her close within minutes. She pants my name over and over again, and I swear I could come just listening to her.

I make her come on my tongue, enjoying the way she loses control over her body. I pull away to watch her, the way her cheeks flush and her lips fall open… Beautiful.

She smiles at me and I’m lost. She owns me, every broken, battered piece of me. I grab her legs and push them over her shoulders. “You want my cock, don’t you, Nyx?”

She nods and I push the tip in, keeping it there, torturing her. “How badly do you want it? I just made you come, but that isn’t enough for you, is it?”

She shakes her head. “I will always want more of you.”

I push in a little deeper and then pull back out almost all the way, making her whimper. “Look at you,” I tell her. “This soaking wet pussy, your hair spread over my pillows… You’re so nice and sweet at work and around everyone else, but you’re a little slut for me, aren’t you?” I push in a little deeper and smirk at her. “You want all of this big fat cock, don’t you?”

Aria moves her hips up, trying to get me in deeper. I love how needy she is, how blatantly she wants me.

I push into her slowly, watching as her pussy takes all of me. She’s so wet, so hot.

“Gray, please,” she begs, and I pull out almost all the way before thrusting into her the way she wants it. I look into her eyes as I fuck her, slamming into her, making her tiny body take my cock.

“I love you,” she moans. “I love this. I love this cock.”

I grin and give it to her harder, loving the way her muscles contract around me when I push into her at the right angle. I bite down on my lip when she comes for me, and I follow soon after, making a mess of her pussy.

We collapse together, both of us a sweaty mess, and I wrap my arms around her, holding onto this happiness while I still can.