Page 37 of Love's Ace

I could almost feel it—how thick he’d be inside me.

How he’d hit just right.

How he’d be so hot when he came, painting me from the inside out.

Different than anything I’d felt before.

Better, and…

“Fuck.Harder,Wren.” I squeezed the base of his wings, and he growled when my fingers dug into the skin where they joined at his shoulders. His hips bucked again, faster.

Faster.

Faster, and our breath was punching out of our chests in staccato—I wasn’t thinking about the heat burning through me anymore. I could barely see straight, could barely feel anything but our bodies.

Connected.

And red.

I could seered.

The thread between us, burning with all that fire that had threatened to eat me up from the inside.

Bright and vibrant and so achinglyreal.

My fingers buried in the warmth of his feathers a second before my body tightened. Orgasm swept over me in a wave that tore a scream from my chest, and I felt the echo of it as Wren followed me down. We were both caught up, wrapped and tangled in one another until I wasn’t sure if I was feeling my pleasure or his…

It didn’t matter.

It was ours.

And for the first time, I wasn’tafraidto let go—I wasn’t afraid to feel good. In that moment I gave myself over to it completely, opened myself to the way Wren was feeling. To the way hegaveso freely.

It felt like I was flying.

My body seized, and I was faintly aware of the hot, sticky mess painting my chest, slicking Wren’s fingers so he could work us between his hands for another thrust.

Another.

One more.

And then he fell down, rolling to the side so he didn’t crush me.

I couldn’t breathe.

I could barely think.

It took me a few seconds to come back to myself… and to realize that Wren was running his fingers through the mess on my chest, massaging it into my skin like the lingering feel of it might stop me from burning alive again.

Or maybe he just wanted to stain me with the scent of us.

Fuck.

I wasn’t sure which one I wanted it to be.

I felt… almost lost.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to be.