Chapter Ninety-Two: Constant Craving

Grace’s Point of View

As I woke up next to Aamon, who was sleeping peacefully beside me, I couldn't help but smile softly. We would both be exhausted today after everything he had been through in the last few days. But I knew better than to ask him how he was feeling; Aamon never liked showing any signs of weakness. However, I saw it as an opportunity to support and care for him, while he saw it as something that didn't align with his idea of masculinity.

I wanted us to be equal partners, to share in the good and the bad moments. I longed to massage out the knots in his tense shoulders, to pleasure him endlessly when he desired dominant passion, and to submit to his every desire when he needed my submission. I loved him wholly and completely. And I wanted to be there for him in every way possible if only he would let me.

I couldn't resist admiring the stunning man lying next to me. With a mischievous smile, I pulled back the sheets and took Aamon into my mouth. His groans only spurred me on as my hand and mouth moved in perfect rhythm, picking up speed just how he liked it. I could sense his arousal growing, feeling satisfied that I was giving him the perfect morning treat.

Aamon’s hands were in my hair, guiding my movements, and it wasn’t long before he was spilling his seed at the back of my throat, exploding with pleasure. He pulled me up into his arms, chuckling at my eagerness. My fingers traced over my lips to capture any lingering traces of him. I couldn't get enough of him, constantly craving more of his touch and release.

His lips pressed against mine with an intense hunger, and it wasn't long before I could feel his arousal pressing against me. Without hesitation, I straddled him, gripping onto his muscular frame for support. Aamon wasted no time thrusting into me, moving in a way that made my body writhe with pleasure. And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he added a tantalizing touch by slipping a finger inside my tight backdoor as we continued to fuck each other with abandon. It wasn’t long before I bit my lip hard to make sure I didn’t scream his name. If it were just the two of us in his home right now, I wouldn’t care, but it didn't seem right with Rei and the kids here.

I fell into Aamon's muscular embrace, exhausted from the intensity of our lovemaking. He moved me like a master musician, coaxing the most exquisite notes out of my body. As he stroked my hair, I could hear his heart pounding with desire. At that moment, I felt utterly safe and grateful to have found my soulmate again. No other man had ever captured my heart like Aamon did - my body may have been shared with others, but my heart would always belong to him and him alone.

Aamon’s Point of View

Having Grace back in my life was a blessing I would never again take for granted. It wasn't just the physical desire between us but an all-consuming passion that completed every aspect of our beings. We were two halves of a whole, constantly craving each other's touch and control. But right now, in this moment, I needed to dominate her, and she surrendered herself to me so willingly, igniting a fire within us both. Grace was more than just a lover. She was my soulmate - a rarity that only intensified my insatiable lust for her.

This would give me the peace and focus I would need to determine what would be best for Rei, Xavier and the kids. Xavier and I had talked at length yesterday when Rei had fainted. We were on the same page when it came to protecting the family. Although Xavier had wanted to return to his apartment to gather personal belongings and clothing, he agreed to let me provide those for him, Rei and the children instead. I think it was because Xavier was eager to prove his worth to me for my step-sister’s love and affection. What Xavier failed to understand was that he had already done that time and again over the last ten years. He may have thought all of his kind deeds completed were done in secret, but the Brzezinski family had eyes everywhere.

I toyed with the strands of Grace's hair, my mind consumed with thoughts of taking her in the steamy shower. I envisioned her pressed against the tiled wall, surrendering to my thrusts as I claimed her as my own. Every moment spent with her was a chance to make up for lost time, and I reveled in the pleasure we shared. We hadn’t been using protection, and I was hoping that maybe, just maybe, we would be blessed with a child from all of our love making.

“I can feel you getting hard again,” chuckled Grace as she lay spent in my arms.

“I am insatiable when it comes to you, love,” I whispered, kissing her head.

I really was. It was no exaggeration. The woman was my kryptonite.

“We need to shower,” groaned Grace.

“I know, and I have designs on what to do to you in that shower,” I teased, scooping her up into my arms and walking to the ensuite bathroom, where I gently placed her on the counter to sit while I started the shower.

Grace had been filled with my cum repeatedly, and it was smeared on her legs. It was a shame we needed to shower. Knowing that she was wearing my essence all day on her inner thighs would have been something. I grinned while I thought about how and when I would arrange for that to happen.

As I carried her into the steamy shower, Grace intertwined her legs around my hips and arms around my neck. It was effortless to slide back into her dripping, inviting center. With her pressed against the shower wall, I took her standing up and then lowered her to the tiled floor, turning her body to face the wall as I continued to fuck her from behind. I claimed Grace again, and again, and again. She was mine. Grace will always be mine now.