Page 126 of Gods and Graves


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“Krys?” She blinks again, rubs at her face, and then frowns. “Krystian?”

I can’t stop the small smile from unfurling on my lips.

Krys…

Krystian.

I suppose either will work.

“It’s me, shortstack,” I say, tenderly brushing a strand of golden hair behind her ear.

She gawks in surprise, moving to sit up. Zaid’s hand falls on the bed with an audible thump.

I lick my lips as I admire her naked upper body. God, those tits… I could lick and suck on them for hours. I wonder what they would look like with my cock between them.

“You called me shortstack,” she whispers, stunned.

I frown. “I…did.” Where does that nickname come from? Is it…Krys’s for her? “Are you okay with that?”

“Of course.” She tenderly cups my cheek, and I allow my eyes to shut as I lean in to her touch. Warmth migrates from her palm and spreads through me like wildfire. “I love whatever name you call me.” Her thumb absently brushes just underneath my right eye. “Your eyes are darker.”

“They are,” I concede easily.

She swallows. “And your hair…”

“Something happened last night,” I confess, grabbing her wrist to pull her hand off my face. I absently begin to play with her fingers as I struggle to find the right words. “I…I remember what Krys did.”

Her brows scrunch together. “This is the first time that’s ever happened, right?”

I nod. “Right. But the last few days, I started thinking of Krys differently. Like he was a part of me, instead of someone else entirely. You were right, Thea. Of course you were right. Krysis me. He may be loud and obnoxious and pigheaded, but he wouldn’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

A wide, beatific smile spreads across her face, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful.

“I had a feeling for a while that Krys remembered everything you did during the day, that he accepted you. All you needed to do was accept him in return,” she confesses, twisting our combined hands so she’s the one playing with my fingers instead. A shiver runs through me at her feather-like touch. “Do you feel different?”

“Not overly,” I say with a shrug. “Maybe a little more confident and daring.”

“I’m… I’m happy for you, Krystian. Proud of you. I know you struggled with the two facets of your personality.” A tiny blush heats her cheeks, and she lowers her head, focusing on our fingers.

“You helped me,” I whisper, leaning towards her. “I never would’ve gotten to this point without your encouragement.”

Her brows lower. “I didn’t do anything.”

“You did everything,” I assure her.

I kiss her before she can argue.

Thea melts against me instantly, her hands trailing up my arms to curl around my neck. Her bare breasts press against my shirt, and all I can think is that I want her. Again and again and again.

I want every piece of her, the good and the bad. The parts that she tries to hide and the parts she happily embraces. Her anger and jealousy. Her happiness and joy. Her sadness. And if she gives herself to me, I’ll treasure every piece of her until the day I die.

We already lost so much damn time together. I refuse to waste even another second.

I pull away just enough to rasp out, “I wanted to wake you up with my tongue between your pretty thighs, lapping at your sweet pussy, but I need your permission first. Can I wake you up like that, love? With you shaking and panting and crying my name as I fucking devour you?”

Her chest heaves, lust darkening her eyes. “Yes…god, yes.”

I smirk and tug her back into my arms. “Good answer.”