Page 51 of The Devils Melody
I can’t help the laugh that comes from deep in my chest. Only Wren seems to be able to bring out any real emotions. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her. “Don't worry about it, really. Is that the first time that’s happened to you?”
Wren’s cheeks flare red immediately, embarrassed that I’m talking so openly about this. “Yeah, definitely the first time.” she says shyly. “I was starting to think it wasn’t possible.”
“Oh, baby, with me anything is possible. You don’t have to worry about immature boys like Dick, only worrying about himself. With Nox and I, you’ll always come first.Hard, and multiple times.”
Her cheeks flush a deep shade of pink as she lifts her hand, sinking her teeth into her nails hoping it might stop the words she’s choking on. She opens her mouth then closes it again, hesitating. That just won’t do. I need communication.
“What's swirling around in that pretty little head of yours, baby?”
She grins, a wicked little smirk. “Is that the first time you and Nox…”
“Fucked around? No.” Her eyes grow a little at that, and I can tell her mind is racing. I can’t help the smirk that paints my face. She’s intrigued, and I fucking like it. “We better hurry before Nox leaves without us.”
Finally dropping my pants and boxers to the floor, I back up into the awaiting shower. Wren’s gaze drops to my dick, her eyes widening when she sees that I am, in fact, hard as a fucking rock again. Thick and flushed, and unmistakablytextured.
Nine small beads are embedded beneath the skin along my shaft, spaced in rows of three, just enough to drive someone out of their goddamn mind. I watch her mouth part in stunned silence, her gaze fixed in place like she’s trying to make sense of what she’s seeing.
That’s always their reaction.
“Surprised, little bird?” I ask, my voice teasing.
She swallows, her eyes still glued to my cock. “You have…things…in it.”
I grin, stepping under the water, stroking myself twice just for shock value. “Beads. Subdermal implants. For extra pleasure. Yours, mostly. And these,” I run my fingers across the implants directly above my dick on the lower pubic area, “think of me as your own personal grinder pad.” I give her a quick wink. She’ll enjoy that.
Her thighs press together, and fuck if that doesn’t make my cock twitch.
“Are you going to join me, sweetheart, or are you already imagining how it’s gonna feel dragging that pretty little pussy of yours all over me?” I throw her a half smirk so she knows I’m just messing with her, but she’s already trying to hold back a smile. “I promise I won’t try anything. I just want to take care of you.”
And I mean that. Of course I want to fuck her. Whowouldn’t want to fuck Wren? They would have to be a fucking lunatic to not want to touch her. But she needs to know that I can have control over my sexual desires, no matter how bad I don’t want to.
There’s a beat of silence before she nods and pushes off the counter. She pulls her dress up and over her head, her perfect tits bouncing free, begging to be touched. Every thought I had before now dissipates as my jaw tightens from seeing Wren in nothing but that sinful red laced thong, soaked and completely ruined.
Fuck, now I’m the one staring.
She pulls her lace down her soft legs and slowly makes her way to me.
One step…
Two…
Into the water.
Into me.
The heat from the water is nothing compared to the heat coming off of her body. I won't touch her again, not yet. But damn if she doesn’t make that promise hard to keep.
Her skin glows in the low light, flushed, wet, and beautifully bare.She doesn’t speak, just watches me with those wide eyes. But I see the way her breath hitches. The way her hands twitch at her sides because she doesn’t know what to do with them. She finally sinks into the water, her body brushing against mine. I don't move. Not even when her breath ghosts across my collarbone.
A flicker of something shifts in her expression, like curiosity laced with disbelief as her gaze lingers on my neck. She lifts her hand, her fingertips grazing the fresh ink that wasn’t there before. Her mark, inked into my skin. Her own brand; a perfect replica of her bite.
“You did this,” I say, as I lean into her, my lips now by her ear. “So I kept it.”
I pull away as she watches me, her expression completely stunned in silence as her eyes fill with tears. I wasn’t expecting Wren to cry when she saw the tattoo, but the deepest part of me felt like she would love it. When I look at Wren, a glimmer of darkness lies beneath the surface. I don’t know what kind of demons claw at her insides, but somehow I feel as if they’re similar to mine.
Broken knows broken, like calls to like.
“What do you think, little bird? Do you think I’m crazy?”
