Page 56 of Love's Ace

Wren was like a dream, and I wanted to fall into him. Dreams couldn’t hurt me—dreams, for the longest time, had been the only safe place I could exist.

And I was starting to realize that in every dream I’d ever had, the flowers were the same shade as Wren’s eyes.

His fingers worked in and out of me, slowly at first, opening me up in a soft burn that turned into something deeper as he worked his way inside and crooked his digits to brush against my prostate. After a few minutes, my body was rocking in time with his gentle insistence, and my hands clawing at the ground shifted to wrap around his shoulders, to drag him to my hungry lips so I could lick into his mouth in perfect time to the fire he sparked along my spine.

I needed more.

I neededeverything.

For the first time, I was giving myself to someone because I wanted to—because I needed to. Now that it was happening, I was greedy for it. It felt like this was the only chance I was ever going to get to have it, and I wanted it all.

“Wren.” I panted it into his mouth and he pulled back instantly, eyes searching my face, fingers stilling inside me. The rain came down around us, and somewhere in the distance I heard thunder rumble… and I said the only word I could. “More.”

I got to watch his pupils dilate, black looped in the slightest halo of violet. I fell into that expression and knew I’d come out the other side of this changed.

He shifted above me, and it took me a second to realize he was pumping his dick with the rest of the mixture in his palm, slicking himself before shifting his hips so the thick head of his cock pressed against my ass. Wren hovered there, his eyes drunkwith desire, more feral than I’d ever seen him. I could see the fine tremor of it in his arms, making his shoulders shiver…

My fingers wrapped around the base of his wings and I squeezed, pulling him to me. I didn’t have to say anything else. His lower body rocked forward and his cock slid inside me, one slow inch at a time, stretching and filling me, leaving me breathless andso fucking connected.

Between us, the red line flared so bright it nearly blinded me.

Wren shuddered above me, his eyes staring at the glow between us for a beat before he slowly withdrew and rocked his hips to thrust back inside me. The feel of him gliding so deep, over all the places I never wanted anyone to touch, was almost too much. Too intense.

I didn’t realize my eyes were burning with tears until he leaned down and pressed his lips to my lashes, kissing them away.

“Stay with me.” He said it again, and his arms slid beneath me to cradle my head as he started to move in earnest. He fucked into me, slow and steady, and between the ministrations of his fingers earlier and the feel of him rocking in and out of me now as his damp abs played against my cock, I could feel myself getting hard again.

I wanted him too much.

I needed this too much.

I was terrified, but I was more afraid of pushing him away… so I did the only thing I could.

I let go.

I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his and I let myselffeel.

I let myself fall into the connection running between us, where each thrust of his cock sent double-sensation through my body—the heat of him pulsing through me, the thrill of my body clenching around him. I could feel all of it,everything.

I gave myself over to it and kissed Wren as he fucked me, slow and gentle, and then faster as my body opened to him—all I could feel was how thick he was inside me and howtightI was around his cock. How the head of his dick kept dragging over my prostate, and how the feel of my fingers squeezing around his wings was little shoots of pleasure that kept trying to push him over the edge.

All I could feel was him.

All I could feel wasus.

Skin slapping against skin played a duet with the rain, a litany to the sky, to the storm, to whatever fate existed that had brought us together… because it was obvious.

Fuck, it wassoobvious that this was what I’d needed all along. I was flooded with the scent of berries and chocolate, and was drowning in the pleasure that was slowly building in my stomach—fire more violent than the one that had sent me out into the rain to begin with.

I wanted to burn for Wren.

A second orgasm caught me off guard and I shouted, my mouth diving down and sharp teeth setting into Wren’s shoulder. He cried out in tandem, and I knew it was the feel of my pleasure that dragged him with me. We were both swallowed up by the waves around us, both drowning and clinging to each other like the only two people in aseaof darkness, lost beneath the surface and tied together with a red string as pleasure pulled us to the depths.

I didn’t realize I’d stopped biting him until the taste of copper on my tongue was punctuated with the feel of me panting something over and over again.

His name.

Desperate and needy and so familiar on my tongue, it felt like it was the first word I’d ever said.

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