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Bullet exhaled heavily from the corner, reminding me he was there. It didn’t seem to bother Grace though; she braced her hands on my shoulders to stand beneath the roof hatch, clumsily shoving her panties down her legs and kicking them off, her dress hiding everything as she stood above me.
Not for long.
“Oh,” she said suddenly, flushing. “I, um, haven’t shaved my legs. For obvious reasons.”
“Okay.” I blinked. “Is that… a problem?”
“I don’t know, is it?” Grace chewed on her lower lip, looking genuinely concerned, as though her personal grooming standards shouldn’t have slipped in the middle of the apocalypse.
“It’s not, Amazing Grace,” Bullet interjected, his voice soothing. “Trust me, I know how much appearances have been drilled into you from birth—your mother really did a number on you there. But I promise, we all just want you to be happy and comfortable, whatever that looks like. Shave, don’t shave. Cut your hair off, leave it long. Wear what you want, experiment, get more tattoos. Whatever makes you feel good.”
“It’s not like we’ve been shaving either,” I pointed out with what I hoped was a reassuring smile, scratching the scruff on my jawline. It didn’t suit me at all, but the world was possibly ending, so whatever.
“Right, you’re right.” Grace shook her head slightly. “I’m sorry. I get stuck in my own head sometimes.”
A pang of sympathy hit me square in the chest. It was clear that in leaving the agathos community, Grace was doing some pretty hefty deconstructing, and she was doing it in the middle of a divine war that she’d been given a central role in.
“Let me help you getoutof your head for a little bit,” I suggested. “To just feel and not think...”
“Yes, please,” Grace replied breathily, without a second’s hesitation.
“Bend over, brace your hands on the bed,” I instructed as I shifted out of the way so she could set her palms on the mattress, looking at her with a lazy smirk. Letting her know that it wasn’t that serious, that while I was more than happy to issue her orders, there’d never be any repercussions for her not following them.
She wouldn’t be getting any spankings from me, though I imagined that was the kind of thing Wild was into.
“Good girl,” I murmured as my brave Grace flattened her palms where I’d been sitting, bending forward and watching me out of the corner of her eye with a bashful kind of curiosity.
I shot her a quick wink before sitting on the floor behind her, lifting her dress and scooting between her legs, slightly underestimating how wide my shoulders were. Grace laughed lightly, letting me lift one thigh so I could get in position, her dress falling into place over top of me.
Then I buried my face in her naked cunt where it belonged.
“Dare!” she gasped in surprise. I ate at her pussy like I was starving, like I’d die if her cunt didn’t nourish me. She tasted like heaven and hell and home, and I was going to make it my goddamn mission to lick her pussy every single day.
I should have madethatdeal with Bullet, though her laughs were good too.
“I can’t, I can’t, it’s too good,” Grace whimpered, fingers scrambling for purchase on the mattress, boat rocking incessantly beneath us. I gripped her ass tightly, pinning her in place while I tongue-fucked her to completion.
I paused for a second, rubbing the coarse hair of my mini beard over her sensitive inner thigh. “See? Not so bad going without razors.”
A breathy laugh turned into a moan as I resumed lavishing attention on her clit until she came with a soft cry, thighs trembling on either side of my head.
Make Grace smile: Check.
As much as I wanted to draw this moment out, my dick felt like it was going to explode. I pulled my cock out of my shorts, fisting it roughly as I captured every drop of Grace’s orgasm on my tongue, my own desire so potent that my muscles shook.
This must be how regular Philotes daimons felt. I’d always been a defective one—needing to at least give some semblance of a shit about a person before my dick would come to the party, and even then, I lost interest pretty quickly.
That would never happen with Grace.
“I need you,” Grace panted, scrambling away from my tongue and dropping to my lap, eyeing my dick with a flattering level of appreciation.
We were on the small triangular patch of floor with Bullet watching from a foot away—it was probably the least romantic setting ever—but it didn’t matter in that moment, and I vowed to myself to make it up to Grace later.
“You have me,” I assured her, shoving her dress out of the way and lining my cock up at her entrance. Grace didn’t hesitate, eyes fluttering closed as she lowered herself down my length, letting out a breathy moan that I resolved to hear at least once a day for the rest of our lives.
I’d nevernotused condoms before, and my eyes rolled back in my head at the feel of her. Shit, it was lucky I could come multiple times because the base of my spine was already tingling, balls drawing tight in anticipation.
It felt so good that it took me a moment to realize that something was happening in my chest. Something warm and intense and all-encompassing, threading my soul at one end and Grace’s at the other, tying us together.
