In The Beginning, Chapter 56
Charlie POV
“Oh, for the love of- STOP TUCKING ME IN!” I screamed in frustration, and he finally dropped his hands, allowing me to crawl off of the bed.
“Do you have any idea how terrified I was when I turned around and saw you there! You could’ve died! One of them could have snatched you! And I had no idea if just defending yourself would’ve been too much for your body to handle!” He screamed back, losing his cool, and falling apart in front of me, as he stood following me, only I didn’t know where to go, so we ended up stood at the end of the bed glaring at each other.
“Maybe it was close to how I felt when I heard that thing say they were going after you too!” I snapped back, my voice dripping with acid. He paused and pulled me against his chest.
“Do you have any idea how close I came to losing you?” He whispered, his eyes filling with tears as he stared at me.
“It wasn’t as bad as Theia made it out to be.” I muttered, too stubborn to answer.
“When I got back here, you were unconscious... you were so pale I thought...” He shook his head, like he was trying to shake the image from his head. “Theia, had to help you heal, she was still working on you, and your heart! Your heart...” He looked broken, and helpless as he sank to his knees, holding me around my waist tightly.
“I’m here, I’m fine-” I tried to reassure him.
“But you nearly weren’t, you nearly died, again, because I couldn’t protect you!” He interrupted.
“But I didn’t.” I whispered, pulling his face towards mine. “You’re not the only one willing to fight anyone and everyone, immortal beings or not to come back.” I pleaded, as I stroked his brow and hairy cheeks. “I love you; I will always fight to come back to you.”
“Please, just don’t make me have to see you like that again?” He begged, before our lips found each other. My fingers entwined themselves in his hair as his grip around me tightened, my breasts felt like they were in the way as I tried to get closer to him. One of his fingers hooked onto the neckline of my oversized sweatshirt, pulling it down until my chest was exposed, he placed his free hand on the back of my neck as he trailed kisses down my throat. He peppered my exposed skin with kisses, occasionally nibbling or sucking on my flesh, as I tried not to moan. His hands felt like they were everywhere, caressing my body, our kiss only breaking away when he peeled my shirt off of me. His lips feasted on my flesh; his hands secured me against him as he left hot wet kisses on my skin. “I love you.” He breathed as his lips and hands worked together to bring my mouth back to his.
“Daniel.” I managed to whimper, before his tongue silenced me, I felt drunk on my lust for him, on my need for him. He tore the pyjama pants from my legs, standing, his hands raised me off the floor with ease. He placed me on the bed gently, wearing only the underwear I left the house in earlier, our kiss never pausing or breaking. He lifted me, holding my chest against his, my bra was unhooked and discarded, his weight pressed me into the soft mattress. His mouth moved over my breasts, his fingers teasing my right nipple as his mouth sucked and licked the left. I groaned as a jolt of pleasure shot through my body, his attention on my nipples was also soaking my panties. My breath grew quicker as I clung to his neck, desperate for more, for him to be even closer, to take more of my flesh into his burning hot mouth. “Daniel!” I cried, trying to convey the urgency I felt as he languished, moving down over my stomach after giving both of my breasts his unbridled attention. I shivered involuntarily, as his hands slid my panties down my thighs, the rough callouses of his hands skimmed over my sensitive skin, as his lips continued to brand me with their heat. “Daniel?” I almost begged him to end my suffering, the pressure building inside me without a release. He continued his strokes, licks, bites and kisses up my inner thighs, until I was panting. His face inching towards my pussy, and the release I needed. As he licked all of me, my back arched so far off the bed I thought I was levitating. I moaned, loud and low as his fingers entered me, and his lips sucked on my clit. I was chanting as soon as he started pumping his fingers against the spot that drives me crazy, his mouth refused to relent, as I fought, my body jerked and quivered as he forced me closer and closer to the edge. I lost the ability to do anything but scream as he nibbled on my sensitive bundle of nerves. I lost my muscle control after he started switching between sucking and then holding my clit between his teeth, his tongue never stopping its strumming, as I clenched his fingers and tried to escape the overwhelming pleasure, he forced my body to endure. I collapsed onto the sheets, every inch of my flesh vibrating with the aftermath of my orgasm. His lips moved up my stomach, he pushed me further onto the bed as his body moved over mine. My nails dug into his back as he filled me, I hadn’t felt him undress, but I couldn’t focus, my pussy was clenching his erection, still sensitive from his oral ministrations.
“Fuck, baby.” He groaned before attacking my lips with his, his tongue fighting mine for dominance. He slowly withdrew, only to slam back inside of me, forcing my body to tremble as my muscles contracted and spasmed, he repeated his actions over and over, speeding up a little, until he was pounding me into the bed, and I gripped onto him with the only strength I had left. My voice became little more than unintelligible screams and cries as he quickly brought me to the edge again. “That’s it, come for me baby.” He groaned as my pussy tightened, he timed his trusts to my convulsions, drawing the experience out, until it began to build again. My body moved independently as my mind struggled to withstand the intensity of pleasure I was receiving. “Look at me!” He ordered as my limbs thrashed about, with each wave of ecstasy, our eyes met, as he shoved me over the edge once more. “Fuck... CHARLIE!” He groaned then cried as my muscles spasmed, squeezing all of him as he shook, his own release overwhelming him. We panted loudly, clinging to each other, and the complicated mix of feelings moving between us via the bond. I felt my eyelids flutter and close, the last of my energy used up.
I woke to soft lips on my cheek, stirring me gently from my sleep.
“Time to eat something.” He whispered in my ear, his beard tickling my skin, making me giggle and wriggle away.
“NO! Sleepy.” I argued, turning over and hugging his pillow.
“No arguments, you eat, or you spend all day tomorrow in bed, alone.” He threatened, so I grumpily turned over and sat up, resting my back against the headboard, and wiping the sleep from my eyes. He had turned the bed into a giant picnic spread, but with hot and cold dishes. There was a big bowl of pasta, a salad, a bowl of fries, onion rings, two plates with what had to be 18oz steaks on them, mozzarella sticks, buttered corn on the cob, a platter of buffalo chicken wings, a plate of steamed lobster tails with a thick creamy sauce in the centre, and a crudité platter, with various dipping sauces.
“Expecting company?” I asked, staring at the feast before me.
“You have to eat, Theia said you would be hungrier than usual, and this way even if you just taste a bit of everything, you will replace what you lost.” He finished by kissing my shoulder affectionately. “And you can’t claim you don’t like anything, because I know you love everything here.” He added with a chuckle, and with the exception of the steak, which I enjoy, but don’t love, these were some of my favourite foods.
“Thank you, and I hope you paid Kathy overtime for cooking all of this.” I teased as I nibbled on a carrot, unsure of where to start. Daniel knew exactly where to start and began piling a bit of everything on the giant plates with the steaks. When I had a mountain of food to begin with, slightly nervous, I started trying everything. My initial thought was to take a bite out of everything, and go back to my favourites, but that went out of the window with the creamy, citrusy white wine sauce that was served with the lobster tails. I had devoured two of them and was dipping everything in the sauce in moments, groaning inappropriately as the different flavours played on my tongue. The pasta was the beef, spinach and ricotta ravioli Kathy had made me before, smothered in a rich tomato and mascarpone sauce, a pot of which Kathy had added to the crudité platter, and it was amazing on fries. By the time I was done, I could feel my skin breaking out from the grease and sauce blocking my pores. I had to drag myself from flat on my back on the bed, to upright, which hurt I was so full. I stumbled into the bathroom, eager to scrub my skin and teeth clean of the disgusting amount of food I had consumed. “I’m gonna get fat if you keep feeding me like this.” I mumbled as Daniel joined me at the matching sink, he had finished most of what he hadn’t placed on my plate and taken the plates down while I tried to work out how to let out my skin.
“I think we have a while before that’s an issue.” He teased, poking my ribs affectionately. I was far from skeletal, but my recent stresses had made my ribs a little pronounced.
“That’s what everyone thinks but before they know it, they’re 600lbs and can’t get off the couch.” I said knowingly, which made him spit out his toothpaste in surprise as he guffawed.
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