Chapter 22 Now You Are Mine （Wren） #2
Then his mouth is on me again, picking up the pace, his fingers joining the assault, two of them sliding inside me carefully with a slow, deliberate curl that has me seeing stars.
My vision blurs, colors dancing behind my eyelids—deep reds, violet purples, the sound of his name a blue and golden thread weaving through it all.
I am close, so close. I fist the sheets, my breaths heavy, and I can’t hold in a scream when he flicks his tongue against the exact spot that makes me come apart.
“Oh, God!”
When he gently rakes his teeth against the same spot while pushing his fingers inside me again, spreading me gently, my mind blanks.
Every muscle in my body goes rigid, every inch of my skin slicked with sweat.
My muscles squeeze, my toes curling, and I arch up with a cry.
My thighs clamp around his head while fireworks explode behind my lids.
When my vision clears. Kieran is still between my thighs, his mouth glistening, pure male satisfaction plastered on his face. He kisses my kneecap, chuckling, lips skimming along my flesh.
He rises up on his knees, and holy shit, his cock seems bigger than before. As if eating me out had turned him on even more.
Emboldened by the way his breath hitches when I reach for him, I wrap my fingers around his shaft.
He groans, his head falling back, his hips jerking into my grip.
“Fuck, yes,” he hisses. His skin is velvet over steel, so hot it burns.
I stroke him experimentally, my thumb brushing over the slick head, and he curses, his hand covering mine, guiding me. “Just like that. Just—fuck—”
He cuts himself off with a growl, leaning down to kiss me, his tongue plunging into my mouth like he’s trying to brand me from the inside out.
I can taste myself on his tongue, musky and sweet, and it sends another rush of heat through me.
He twitches in my grip, and he pulls back with a shuddering breath.
“Enough,” he groans. “I need to be inside you. Will you let me?”
The wetness between my legs turns into a throbbing ache. A shiver of anticipation cascades down my back. “Yes,” I manage on a choked breath. “I want to feel you. Inside.”
He doesn’t wait anymore, just grabs his jeans and pulls out a condom.
My breath turns heavy when I hear the ripping of foil, followed by the glide of his cock against my entrance, as he carefully nudges the tip inside.
I tense, my eyes watering at the painful stretch.
“Relax,” he murmurs, kissing my jaw, my neck, the sensitive skin behind my ear.
“I’ve got you. Just breathe, sweetheart. ”
I try. He’s only halfway in, and I’m already stretched so tight I might split in half if I take any more.
It’s burning in the best way as he grips my hips and gives me a shallow thrust. My breath comes in short, sharp gasps, my body struggling to adjust. He freezes when I wince, his forehead pressing to mine. “You okay?”
I nod, my voice lost somewhere in the haze of sensation.
He kisses me softly, his hips rolling in a slow, careful rhythm, giving me time.
The pain fades, replaced with sharp, stinging pleasure—the drag of him inside me, the way he fills me so completely I could feel him in my chest. My legs wrap around his waist, my heels dig into his ass, urging him on.
“Yes, oh God—” I squeal when his strokes even out, hitting a spot inside of me that makes me see stars.
He doesn’t need more encouragement.
His thrusts grow harder, deeper. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, mixed with our ragged breaths, the wet sounds of my pussy taking him.
He groans, his voice rough. “You feel so good. So tight. You like my cock inside of you?” His question sends sparks through me, my nails raking down his back.
“Why does it feel so good when you talk like that?” I pant, my voice breathless.
His grin is all teeth. “If you like it, it’s all game,” he rasps, his hips snapping into mine. “And I can tell from the way you squeeze me that you love it.”
The angle of his thrusts changes, hitting something deep inside me that makes my vision whiten. “Oh God—I’m going to come. Fuck me harder. I need to—”
“There it is,” he growls, his hand sliding between us, his thumb finding my clit. “Come on, baby. Come for me. I want to feel that virgin pussy drenching my cock.”
His words combined with the sound of him fucking me tip me over the edge. A thick, tight knot of pleasure uncurls below my bellybutton. “Yes.” I tug at his hair roughly. “Yes, yes, yes.”
I scream, shattering around him as white hot lightning rips through me in waves. He roars, his thrusts turning more forceful, his own release barreling toward him. “Motherfucker—” He twitches inside me, and then he’s coming, his body shuddering above mine.
He collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms, his heart hammering against my chest. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, his breath evening out.
“You are amazing,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
I smile, my body still buzzing, my mind reeling. The cabin is quiet around us, the only sound the rustle of the sheets, the steady rhythm of our breathing.
His hand brushes my hair back, his thumb grazing my cheek. “What now?” I ask, my voice soft.
His blue eyes met mine, a promise in their depths. “Now?” His thumb grazes my cheek. “Now you are mine.”