Page 91 of Love's Ace

“I know you were trying to get a rise out of me when you grabbed that in the store. Guess you knew we’d need it, huh?”

I moved until I could straddle him, trace his ribcage and the lightest edges of the wing tattoos that spilled to wrap around his hips above his jeans.

“I guess so.” I wanted to keep the levity, but I couldn’t help the question that spilled from my lips. “Are you sure about this, Wren?”

His fingers were so soft when they cupped the back of my neck and pulled me flush against him, but the tug in my hair was sharp when he brought my mouth to his.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything than I am of you, Theo. I want this.” He licked the seam of my lips. “I want you. Are you going to make me beg for it?”

It was just the slightest flash in my mind—the vision of Wren on his knees, begging. Sweet and warm and strong and all mine.

Fuck.

“No. Not tonight.” The words sounded haughty, but the man I once was, the monster who would have really felt it and edged it with cruelty, seemed miles away. All I wanted was his mouth on mine again.

All I wanted was to feel him, to give himeverythinghe asked for.

All I wanted was to make tonight last forever.

“Then touch me, Theo.” Wren’s lashes fluttered softly. “It’s your turn to make me fly.”

I wasn’t sure if anything had ever been this important—if anything I’d ever done in my life had mattered as much as this mattered to me now. My world shifted to a single focus. A solitary purpose.

I wanted to make Wren feel good.

I wanted to make him feel as good as he’d always made me feel. I wanted him to know that even though I was half a monster, even though there was no promise we’d be here after tomorrow… that this mattered.

That he mattered.

I needed him to know he was the only thing in my life that had ever mattered.

“Okay… okay, Wren.” Even his name on my tongue felt sweeter than usual. I was slow about undressing him, dropping soft kisses to the skin I exposed. It felt like we’d never really taken our time like this—never had a moment where there wasn’t something pressing at the edge of what we were doing. Grief, pain, fury, hate.

There was none of that now—just how much I fucking loved him, how much I wanted this moment to goon. No matter what happened.

When I’d stripped him, I sat back on my heels long enough to make quick work of my clothes. Wren looked up at me with those lilac eyes, so full of patience and warmth… want.

Need.

We needed each other.

I’dalwaysneeded him.

I shifted between his legs and flattened my stomach to the bed, letting my lips roam along the top of his thigh, the dips of his hips. When my tongue flicked out and ran along the base of his cock, Wren groaned above me.

The echoing twist of flame rocking up my spine from the sensation was intoxicating.

It felt so good to know that I was makinghimfeel so good.

To know that Icouldmake someone feel like that.

I wanted more.

I wanted to get drunk on his desire.

My lips ghosted along his shaft, then I opened my mouth and swallowed him down without warning. Wren’s back came off the bed, and I gagged around the feel of his cock hitting the back of my throat, the spasm of it only making him writhe more. He bucked his hips forward as I hollowed my cheeks to suck him, working my tongue against his skin, then pulling back to hold just the head between my lips so I could play at the slit of his dick.

“Theo.” Wren gasped my name, his hands spilling down his body to thread into my hair. He didn’t force me to move my head, he just held me—eyes almost helpless, body completely lost to my control. My mouth worked around his tip while I studied his face, greedy to drink down the way his stare went hazy before I swallowed him down again.

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