Page 57 of Love's Ace

Wren was my goddamn religion in that moment, and the pleasure pulsing through me was my place of worship—an alter I was ready to bow down to over and over again if I could feelthis.

If I could just keep feeling him and how much hewantedme. How much he wanted tokeep me.

Because I could feel it. The connection between us was so blown open that I could feel the truth in his words from earlier.

Mine.

He’d called me his, and in this vulnerable place where he was spilling inside me and crying out my name while my body spasmed around him, I couldfeelhow much he meant it.

It just made me come harder.

I felt strung out on the dual sensation, boneless as Wren thrust into me one more time and then collapsed on top of me, his wings spreading wide to keep us both sheltered from the rain.

We stayed that way for a while, relearning how to breathe. When Wren finally pulled back, his expression was careful.

Vulnerable.

Then he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine before he finally let his question out. “Can I show you something, Theo?”

A small part of me wanted to tell him I didn’t think my body could handle anything else, but there was something in the way he’d asked that kept my sarcasm on the back of my tongue.

“What?”

His brows drew together, and his wings shivered behind him. When he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine again, I brought my hands up to stroke them in encouragement.

“I want to show you the sky. Will you let me?”

He pulled back, and I couldn’t stop the soft smile that spread across my face.

“You want to take me flying?”

He only hesitated for a second this time.

“Yeah, I want to take you flying.”

It would have been too sappy to tell him that he already had, so I nodded instead.

Chapter 21

Wren

Icouldn’t remember thelast time I’d felt so swept away in flight. I knew for a fact that I’dneverfelt this way before, because I’d never bothered to fly with another person.

Even when I’d gone on jobs with other cupids, when we knew that there was an entire den of Enmity somewhere, I’d never bothered to be near while we were in the air.

This wasn’t just being near.

Theo had his arms wrapped around me, his body clinging to mine, and his strength and weight completely capable of throwing me off balance and sending us both plummeting to the ground if he wanted to.

His hands wrapped around my back, fingers that had clawed my chest open so close to the base of my wings I was practically begging to be injured.

I was begging him to never let me go.

It was a feeling I couldn’t escape, and something I was done trying to ignore.

It felt toogoodto be this close to Theo. It felt so fucking good not to fight the way the thread between us burned all thebrighter now that we’d finally given in to what our bodies had wanted all along.

I wasn’t sure Icouldgo back, even if I wanted to—even if it meant that Theo and I had to fight, that I had to bleed every time he felt insecure, every time he felt like running away.

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