Grayson's Veil

Chapter 3

Eleanor woke with a start, her heart hammering in her chest as she took in her surroundings. 'Oh. I'm home.'  Eleanor thought. Slowly sitting up, she realized something was covering her. 'That's odd, I didn't use the blanket since I had a fire going...'

Eleanor looked down and saw the black coat that she tossed across the room the night before was covering her. 

'What the hell??' She jumped up and threw the coat across the room into the kitchen. Then, she looked around to see if anything was out of place, thinking that someone might have broken into their house.

'Maybe Grayson put it on me. That would make sense.' She thought as she continued to stare at the coat and walk to the bedroom. The door was still closed, and she could hear the sounds of Grayson's snores when she put her ear against it.

Eleanor started to tremble, suddenly frightened. 'Maybe I really did put it on myself. I have been getting sicker, maybe my mind is deteriorating too.'

She shook her head and decided to take a hot bath. Eleanor went and started the fire putting a large pot above it while going outside to fetch water from the pump. After several trips and hot water in her tub, and lilac petals strategically put in, Eleanor slowly lowered herself in. She breathed deep, taking in the lilac smelling steam, hoping the combination would sooth her nerves.

After several minutes of just breathing, Eleanor started to feel relaxed. She began to wash her hair and body as the door pushed open. Grayson walked in slowly, his head hung low as he mumbled incoherently.

"Good morning." Eleanor said as she tilted her head to the side to rinse the bubbles out of her hair.

Grayson glanced at Eleanor, completely oblivious to her being there. "Mornin'," He grumbled. The night before had taken a toll on him. His eyes looked sunken with dark circles underneath, his beard was unkempt and greasy looking, and his hair stood in all different directions.

Eleanor stared back at him, waiting for him to leave the room. Instead, he dropped onto his knees by the tub and looked at the water.

"Grayson, are you ok?" Eleanor asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. Grayson blinked, pushed up his sleeves, scooped up the water with his hands and splashed it onto his face. He did it two more times before looking over at Eleanor. She felt her heart rate pick up a little, watching the water drop from his face back into the tub. 'What is going on with him? Was it another dream?'

Before Eleanor could ask, Grayson slinked his hand under the water and grabbed her inner thigh.

Eleanor gasped. He took that opportunity to kiss her.

Just from that leg grab and kiss, Eleanor's need for Grayson was ignited. She kissed him back, grabbing his arm and urging him to continue.

He complied.

Grayson slowly moved his hand to her folds, gently rubbing them until his finger went to her opening. Eleanor's head fell back as she moaned. He started to tease the opening by tracing it, but never entering. Grayson continued to kiss her skin, leaving a trail down her neck to her chest. With one hand occupied, he used the other to grab her breast. His thumb and fore finger pinched her hard nipple, causing another gasp to escape from Eleanor.

She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, unable to contain her passion. "Grayson..." she moaned as he strategically caressed her.

After hearing her moan his name, Grayson slipped a finger inside her. She instantly jerked against him.

Eleanor felt the warmth start build as he pumped his finger into her. As she was drawing close to her release, she bit into Grayson's shoulder. With that, he pulled his finger out and grabbed her waist, lifting her out of the lukewarm water.