#Chapter 131: Catharsis

Charles Grace was trembling, clinging to me, clawing at me as if she couldn't get close enough. She wouldn't even let me pull away long enough to get her dress off. Every tightening of her fingers on me, every time she let out a needy little moan, she was pleading. Make it go away. I hushed her gently, rumbling at her, soothing her, and pulling back enough to get her out of her clothes. I fluttered my fingers, summoning a condom from somewhere near my clothes as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me back down to kiss. "Easy," I whispered. "I'm not going anywhere." "You'd better not," she gasped as I slid my hands down her back and grabbed a hand full of her ass. "You're alright, Grace," I told her, turning us so her back was against the wall. The hot water poured over us both. The steam filled the air, but all I could see, hear, and feel was Grace clinging to me, begging me in a way that she probably didn't realize. I growled at her. "Easy, I said." Her eyes opene