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Heavy In Your Arms - Part 7f/?

[(Anonymous)]

Charon fell apart. He buried his face in her shoulder, muffling his long, low groan as he came deep inside her. Elle’s fingers caressed the back of his neck and before he could stop himself, words were tumbling from Charon’s mouth.

“I love you, Elle, god, I love you…”

He murmured it over and over like a prayer. He was unable to think, all that mattered was Elle and that she was his and how important it was that she knew it. Fuck the repercussions, fuck what people thought.

After a few more shaky thrusts, his cock gave a final twitch and Charon stilled. For a brief moment, he lingered in the feeling of her tight heat around him, made slick by her arousal and his come, before he pulled out and rolled onto his back beside Elle.

The fading pleasure lasted a minute or two longer and once his breathing became somewhat steady again, he turned his head. Elle’s eyes were shut, but as if she read his mind, her eyelashes fluttered open and then she was gazing at him, absolutely glowing. Her hand came to rest on his cheek, and Charon leaned into her touch as her fingers stroked his ragged skin gently.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t-” He tried to apologize, but words were failing him.

“It’s okay,” she said with a smile and he believed her.

“Get some sleep,” he murmured, taking her other hand and kissing each of her knuckles in turn.

Charon didn’t realize how starved for physical contact he had been until now. He’d spent decades in the corner of The Ninth Circle, surrounded by people but completely isolated. The only touch he’d felt in centuries was knuckles against flesh when his contract holder set him on a victim. Now, he didn’t want to leave Elle’s side. The thought of not being able to touch her, hold her in his arms, sent a jolt of fear to his stomach.

Elle reached to the floor and pulled the discarded blanket over them both before curling up against his chest. She brushed her tangled hair out of the way as Charon wound his arm around her. He held her tightly, afraid that if he let go, this moment would fade away and reveal itself to be a dream.

“Did you mean it?”

Elle’s voice was soft, already sounding as though sleep were approaching. Charon looked down at her, silent and waiting for her to elaborate.

“You love me.”

It was a statement, not a question. Charon hesitated. He was deeply regretting his lapse in self-control. Two hundred years of suppressing every emotion and urge, and he lost it in a moment of passion with the one person he cared for more than anyone he’d met in his long, miserable life.

“I do.”

There was a curious look in Elle’s eyes and Charon swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Okay.”

That was all she said before she kissed him, long and deep. There was the faintest hint of teasing as she ran her tongue along his bottom lip, and then she broke away.

“Goodnight, Charon,” she said, a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth before she settled back in his arms and closed her eyes.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head before he lay back and relaxed into the pillow. Elle’s body heat was making him drowsy and not even his anxious thoughts could keep him awake at this point.

“Goodnight, Elle.”

For the first time in a long while, Charon slept peacefully.