Page 113 of In Shadows We Dance

For a moment, I’m frozen. The intensity in his gaze, the heat in his voice. It’s too much, but at the same time, it isn’t enough.

“You don’t have to?—”

"I know I don't have to ..." He rolls, tumbling me to the mattress and comes down above me. "But I'm going to."

His hands stroke down my sides, pressing me into the mattress as his mouth trails along my jaw. “You’ll feel better when I’m done.”

Heat pools low in my stomach, tension coiling tighter with every touch. I should stop him. I should say something—anything—but I can’t find the words. My body arches instinctively beneath him, and his low chuckle sends a shiver down my spine.

“I knew you’d let me take care of you.” His voice is thick with dark satisfaction. “You just needed a little push.”

His mouth moves lower, tracing a slow path down my neck, over the marks he left last night. Each kiss stirs something deep inside me, a spark reigniting with every inch of skin his lips claim.

“Wren—” I don’t even know what I’m trying to say, but it doesn’t matter because he ignores me.

Hands gripping my thighs, he parts them, while his lips trail over my collarbone, and down my chest. His tongue flicks over my nipple, drawing a gasp from me, and the ache in my body shifts into something deeper, something unbearable.

“You’re so responsive,” he says, almost to himself, his voicea low rumble. “Every sound you make … every way your body moves … it’s fucking addictive.”

I bite my lip, trying to muffle the next sound, but his gaze snaps up to mine.

“There’s no one but me to hear you. And I want to heareveryfucking sound you make.”

I let the soft moan escape as his mouth moves lower, his hands gripping my thighs more firmly as he kisses a path down my stomach. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, and the tension in the room thickens.

“You’re perfect like this.”

He presses a kiss just above my pussy, his eyes never leaving mine, and then his tongue flicks out, drawing a strangled gasp from me. My hips jerk, but his hands hold me steady, keeping me exactly where he wants me.

The sensation is overwhelming, every stroke of his tongue sending shockwaves through me, and I can’t stop the sounds falling from my lips. He works me slowly, methodically, building the tension inside me with unrelenting precision.

“Wren, I?—”

He hums against me, the vibration making me cry out, my hands fisting in the sheets.

“Let go.” His voice is muffled against my skin. “I want to feel you come undone.”

His tongue circles my clit again, and my body arches off the bed, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. My breath catches, my muscles tensing, and then an orgasm crashes over me, blinding and all-consuming.

I sob his name, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washes through me. He doesn’t stop, his mouth coaxing every last tremor from me until I’m completely spent, boneless and gasping.

When he finally pulls back, his lips glisten, and his eyes burn with dark satisfaction. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his smirk widening as he crawls back up the bed.

“I could do that all day long.”

I can’t respond, my body still shaking from aftershocks, my mind unable to form words. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, and then pulls me against him, wrapping his arm around my waist.

“Sleep. We’ll talk later.”

I don’t argue, too drained to resist, and let myself sink into the warmth of his body, my eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion pulls me under.

The next time I wake, the room is quieter. Warmth still surrounds me, though the steady rhythm of Wren’s breathing has changed. I blink, adjusting to the pale light seeping through the windows.

He’s awake, lying on his side, his hand tracing lazy patterns over the curve of my waist.

“You need to get home before they notice.”

I stay where I am for a moment longer, letting the heat of his body seep into mine, before pulling away with a sigh.

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