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It’s all in vain though, because the warmth of his body permeates mine, and all there is is the two of us in this perfectly haunted place. And slowly, I succumb to the exhaustion. I succumb to the lull of his calm as we drift off to sleep.
Chapter 18
FREDDIE
The row of cars parked outside the house makes Georgina shrink back into the passenger seat. Things are settled between us, and after last night, I expected her to be wary of me. I don’t make a habit of telling anyone about my shit, however, I’ve seen what happens when someone doesn’t know what they’re getting into.
“Why are they all here?” she asks as we head up the steps to the front door.
“Because it’s what we do. We rally together when shit gets hard.” Pausing as I open it, I pull her flush to me and press a kiss to her lips. “I know that a part of you is still mad about a lot of things, but they’re here because they care about you. If you can deal with my crazy shit, they’re a walk in the fucking park, right?”
“It’s not that, Freddie. I wanted you all to myself for a little bit longer, and them being here means that something is wrong, which means they’re going to take you away from me.”
“I like it when you’re possessive,” I say, nipping her lip as I push the door open and hoist her up my body to walk her inside, kicking it closed with my heel as I head up the stairs to my room.
The sound of her giggles as she bounces in my arms echoes around us, and although it’s still too fucking early for anyone to be awake, I don’t want to risk them waking up.
“Shhh,” I laugh to the sound of her glorious happiness. “You don’t want to wake them up, do you?”
No sooner have I said it than Christopher’s door opens just as we’re falling into mine. I close the door and take us straight into the bathroom.
“You can’t possibly be planning to clean me up without actually getting me all dirty, right?”
Georgina doesn’t give me a chance to answer as she unbuttons my shirt. It’s smeared with mud and stained with sap from all the greenery. I make quick work of stripping her of her clothes, and as I pull her bra off, she kisses down my chest, her eyes never leaving mine. Her tongue traces down from my navel to the top of my trousers, nimble fingers unbuckling my belt while her hot breaths coat my skin.
“Fuck, Georgina.” The groan rolls from my tongue, my cock throbbing at her faint touch while she loosens my trousers and pushes them down my thighs, along with my underwear.
“I don’t want you to take care of me right now, Freddie.” Her words scald over my dick at the same time as her hands anchor onto my hips, nails biting into my flesh as I gather her messy curls in my grasp and tug her back up to her feet.
As much as I want to fuck her mouth, it’s not what I need in this moment. Not with the way she’s looking at me—starry-eyed and wanting of me. Needing of me.
“I want to make love to you,” Georgina whispers, coming flush to me. Soft palms rove up my chest, stroking up the column of my neck and moulding to my jaw. “I want you to make love to me. Hard, Freddie. I want you to love me hard and deep. I want you to tear me apart so completely that all I feel is you. I need to feel all of you take all of me.”
Holding on to my jaw, she walks backwards, back into the bedroom, only removing her gaze from mine when she looks over shoulder to get her bearings and find the bed.
“You want this too,” she murmurs, spinning so that my back is to the bed, and she’s staring up at me with that half-lidded wanton look that has my blood coursing hot and fast in my veins. “You need it like I do.”
I thought her sweetness was addictive, that it was the thing that kept me coming back because there’s never been anything like her in my life. So sweet and so soft. Fragile. I thought that she was the one in need of protecting, and as a result, I left myself wide open to her. And I don’t know when it happened, but she’s the one with all the power.
“When did you become so powerful?” I ask, and she breathes out a tremulous breath before climbing me.
Georgina looks at me, surprised. In the morning sunlight, her eyes are a burnished amber that swirls with deep chocolate shadows. Mesmerising. Fucking maddening as I hold her to me and crawl onto the bed. I’ve never wanted or needed anything as I need her. She’s a force beyond anything I’ve ever encountered, lethal in her softness.
Confusion tugs at her dainty features as she shrugs, hands flattening to my back as she pulls me down onto her, and I brace myself on my forearms so that she can feel my weight, but I don’t crush her. There’s no vanity or arrogance in her. Not a single part of her is conceived or contrived to be this way. It’s all natural. It’s what makes her so fucking perfect. It’s what makes her mine, or rather, what makes me hers.
All my life I’ve been preached to about queens, warned about whores. No one ever suspected the swan.
Delicate. Beautiful. Strong.
Georgina Gladstone is the coup de grâce. She’s destroyed every one of my defences, demolished every wall I’d erected around me with nothing but her tenacity and unwavering grace. I’m certain she’s going to be the death of me. I’ve known this from the first time I touched her, and still, I fell. I’m falling. Every damn fucking second of every godforsaken day, I fall and fall and fall. And there is no landing in sight. Only her.
Georgina is the pot of gold I’ve searched for my entire life. The most precious thing I have ever held. And so fucking beautiful that I am completely and utterly enthralled.
“You,” she finally murmurs. Her voice is hoarse as though she’s as bewildered as I am by her statement. “It was you. You made me this way…”
“Me?”
“You, my lord.” She grins lightly, injecting some levity between us as she wraps a leg over mine and bows her body flush to me. “I will be whatever I need to be to survive at your side.” A hand inches between us, grasping my cock. “I will be whatever you need me to be to stand beside you.”
