Chapter 33 33: Chrissy

Chapter 33 33: Chrissy
When I wake again, I’m bathed in golden light from my own bedroom window. I’m human again, but there's still fur next to me. I turn and look and find Luther’s wolf lying next to me, facing the door and growling in his sleep. I roll over and wrap myself around my puppy, my Fluffy, enjoying the moment of past pleasures guiltily.
“Are you alright?” he asks, his voice low and threatening, as if, if I weren't alright, he would be headed off to slaughter someone.
“I’m unharmed,” I tell him. Skirting around the fact that I was definitely not alright. “I don't remember a lot,” I whisper, “But I know he’s dead, and I know what he did before I blacked out.”
I suck in a breath and hold it, waiting for his rage that I cheated, but it doesnt come. “I thought it was you, Luther. I thought you came and found me to make up, I thought…”
“It’s alright, Chrissy. He drugged you.”
I wait for him to say something else, to say he still wanted me, to say I wasn’t tarnished goods to him now. “I know we haven't been together long, but when I realized… it just wasn't right. It wasn’t right that it wasn’t you. Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl. And I know that doesn’t make much sense, Luther—”
“I love you,” he says, rolling over and licking me slowly on the face. “No matter what happened to you, you are mine, and he is dead.”
“I…I think I’m in love with you too, even though it makes no sense at all!” I throw myself on him, wrapping my arms around his furry neck and burying my face in his chest. “I feel like if im ever parted from you again, part of me will die. No matter how little sense it makes.”
“It makes sense to me, you are my Fated Mate. We are never meant to be parted. I will love you for the rest of my existence, if you will have me.”
“I don't think I’ve ever wanted anything more, Luther Grey.”
He shifts in my arms, becoming my man, and our naked bodies tangle together as we yank each other almost violently closer. “Marry me,” he demands, pinning my arms above my head and situating himself between my legs. “Marry me!” he roars.
“Yes! I’ll marry you!” I’m soaking wet already, but the moment he runs the underside of his cock along my clit, I’m gushing for him. “I need you, Luther. Erase his touch!”
H wastes no time and slides inside of me slowly and sensually. Every inch of him is a tantalizing tease as he moves too slowly for my liking. I try to buck, to make him hit home, but he pins me down with his other hand.
“Memorize me, Chrissy,” he insists, kissing me hard and fast as he pulls out and slides back inside painfully slow. “I want you to know every inch of my cock like the back of your hand. Every ridge, every vein.”
“I will, I-I-I do! I stutter, my body shaking too hard to control.
“Memorize my lips,” he begs, before putting them on mine. 
He kisses me as if I will break if he kisses too hard. 
“Feel me, Chrissy,” he pants, loosening my hands so I can stroke the plains and mountains of his muscular body. I trace every inch in awe as a cloud of lust begins to make my thoughts fuzzy.
“Do you see me, Chrissy? Do you feel me?” he is almost crying, his gray eyes filled with such sadness that a lump of emotion lodges in my own throat.
“I feel you, mate, I see you, mate. I know you, I love you, I want you.”
“Never forget, Chrissy,” he begs
“I won't, I won't forget.”
“Promise.”
“I promise, Luther!” I almost shout, being driven insane by the buildup of pleasure.
With those words, he was finally satisfied, and with one of his tears dropping to my cheek, he thrust inside me.
The brilliant pleasure almost splits me in pieces. He thrusts home so surely, battering my cervix with his raw need. He kisses me like I might fade to dust in his hands. I kiss him like I need his exhales for me  to inhale.
We hold each other, nails digging in, and stare directly into the other's eyes as he thrusts and grinds into my core. The sounds we make are a symphony, so aligned and in tune that it’s music to my soul.
He pulls me up and sits me across his lap, his hands supporting my back as I ride him, our lips brushing with every ebb and flow of our passion. He tangles his hands in my hair and pulls right at the nape of my neck, turning my head to the side so he can suck and bite at my neck and ear.
I press into him, pushing him onto his back.
His knees bend, supporting me from behind as I start to ride him properly.
Luther holds my breasts, my flesh pooling between his fingers, makes me tighten around him, and pulls harder on him.
“I love you so much,” I pant, digging my nails into his pectorals and gliding softly down to his deep V of muscle that leads to my favorite cock.
“I love you more,” her growls, arching his back as he holds my hips. “I don't want to wait anymore,” he tells me, moments before he clenches my hips so I can't move and he starts thrusting up into me from on the bed.
I cry out in bliss, never having felt someone support my weight and fuck me from under me. The feeling of being weightless and desired makes me come undone. I scream at the roof in pleasure, my juices flooding out of me.
Luther thrusts one last, hard tome and holds it. Howling as his back arches and his cum explodes inside of me. 
It’s so much that it’s dripping out and still coming, so thick that it moves slowly, even for how much of it there is. 
I roll into another orgasm when I reach between us to gather our pleasure and lick it off my fingers. 
Luther groans at the sight and flips me back on my back, yanking my fingers into his own mouth. “You taste so fucking good with me all over you, lover,” he purrs. “Let me clean that up for you.”
Before I can ask what he means, he’s between my legs and licking me from my asshole to my slit. I lick and moan, lapping it up and sucking it off my skin. “Delicious,” he growls, nibbling my lips. He thrust his tongue inside me and swirls his tongue around, growing just his tongue to hit me all the way at the cervix.
It’s so much nicer than what that bastard did, growing his whole nose; this is elegant. This is divine. This is—
I scream as I cum again, sinking my hands in his hair and smashing his face against my core so he can't pull away even if he wanted to.
When we finally finish, we fall into each other’s embrace and fall back asleep, sated and happy, together again and forever.
I knew in that moment that I was gett\]ing married. As he wound his arms around my head and held me to his chest as if I were the most precious thing in the world to him.