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My ragged sniffles hitched when I took a breath, evening it out, and said, “I can’t believe you would do that for me.” I wiped my face. “You have no idea how much this means to me, and without asking, you offered.”

He sat up with me and kissed my forehead. “It’s long overdue. That asshole robbed you of a lot.”

Tight in his arms, triggered by Finn’s scent, I took a long, deep inhale into his neck. My tongue darted out, licking to enhance his scent. Caught in a daze of affection and lust, I took over with heedless action. Thighs bracing each side of Finn, I lifted, positioned his erection by my opening, and eased down. Eyes closed, I lifted and lowered, pain shooting through me. Quick breath intakes, I forced the pain, waiting for it to turn to pleasure.

Finn eased back onto the cushions, bringing me along with him. “This angle won’t be so intense.”

My hand flew to my mouth. “Oh my God, Finn! What did I do?”

He glanced over and wiped the blood off his shoulder. “Fuck marks,mia piccola.”

“It’s not funny. I bit you and drew blood.”

He laughed and planted his mouth on mine, which prompted my hips to roll back and forth. The slant wasn’t as extreme, and the sensation had me picking up speed. Finn’s thick cock spread me wide. With pressure on my clit, my juices made insertion easier. I didn’t care how I looked, panting, groaning, sweaty hair. I gazed at Finn, twisted agony etched on his face, yet I didn’t know if it was pleasure or discomfort. It must have taken everything he had not to thrust upward. His hands stroked my thighs. Our labored breathing kept on time with my pace. I let out a few whimpers, soaring higher, the air thinning as I advanced toward my climax. An animalistic cry echoed in the room, followed by Finn’s name. Releasing so many sensations, I collapsed onto him with severe, uncontrollable jerking.

Finn didn’t hit his peak, but said nothing. He smoothed my hair down, kissing me, and lifting my hips to remove himself.

“No, wait.” I turned to him. “You need to—”

“I’m fine,” he said in a hoarse voice. “We have all day.” And then he wore a devious smile.

My body slid to his side, head resting on his chest as he covered us with a blanket. In silence, we listened to the rain and music. At some point, we drifted off to sleep, the beating of Finn’s heart a lullaby into dreamland.

Chapter 32 - Endurance

FINN

When I walked into Wren’s yoga room and found her masturbating, I stumbled backwards and slid to the floor. It was erotic. The humidity in the room, her eyes closed, fingers in her shorts, took me by surprise. Then her eyes snapped to mine, and I joined in. No harm from a distance.

After our orgasms, I cleaned up and took my piercing out. I wasn’t sure if it would go in that direction, yet I wanted to be prepared. Back in the room, I approached Wren, and kissed her with a hesitancy I’ve never bothered with before. Delicate, I second-guessed whether I did it. Eyes plastered on one another, I undressed and savored her body using my mouth. The world had softened when I kissed her.

I let Wren take control. As much as I wanted to thrust into her, my God did I want to, she needed to dominate more than I did. From the way she struggled with how to begin by forcing it, I guided her to a more suitable position. She was beautiful. The way her sweaty hair stuck to her face, moaning, pussy clamping down on my cock as she cried out my name. My favorite song. It was a good thing I burned some testosterone because the velvety softness flipped my mind into chaos. I might not have been able to stop myself from coming. But it was her moment.

Stapleton’s songMillionairewoke me, Wren still clutching to my side. I stayed, admiring her. She had this shyness that often colored her face, but it was her patience that stuck around longer than it should. On occasion, her strength and boldness reminded me not to mistake her kindness for weakness. And those tattoos… my dick got harder reading and appreciating the reasons for them. Tattoos repelled me. On Wren, they brought clarity and a deeper meaning of who she was.

I slipped away to let Cole and Chef Dan know we wouldn’t need them for the day. They understood what I meant. Cole went to his house and Chef Dan packed away food for us to warm later while I ran upstairs to start a bath. Jasmine and Mable had come and gone.

Still sleeping, I picked up Wren and carried her to my bedroom. She woke as I ascended the stairs, looking around, and then at me.

“Good morning,mia piccola.”

Exposing her adorable dimple, she asked, “Is it still morning?”

“Not much longer.” I kicked the bathroom door closed with my foot and placed her down on the ledge of the tub.

Her fingers waded through the bubbles. “I love lavender.”

I winked at her. “I know.” Ticking my chin toward it, I said, “Get in and make room behind you.”

Towels nearby, I got in, and she laid back against my chest. I put some soap on a sponge and rubbed it down her arms. She let out some quiet words of appreciation. I sat her up and did the same to her back. I moved to her breasts and abandoned the sponge, using my hands to massage them, smoothing down her stomach to her pussy. She jerked.

I moved my hand away. “Are you okay?”

Her tension lifted, and she said, “Yes.” She shook her head with a small giggle. “I was taken by surprise, that’s all.” She turned chest to chest with me and pressed her finger to my chin. “You didn’t get a release earlier.”

I gave a one-shoulder shrug with a smile. “We got time.”

Wren draped her arms around my neck, heaving herself up. Her mouth and tongue did intoxicating things to me. My head fell back, her pussy rubbing my ever-growing cock. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted her. I loved fucking. But Wren was more than that, which made my chest constrict.

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