CHAPTER 24
WREN
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I can’t believe this is happening. I never expected her to want me near her after what I had to do to her last night, let alone wanting me to touch her, but this…this is bold for her.
My cock responded to her instantly, and that’s a change for me. I haven’t been able to get a proper hard on in months. Being this close to her is intoxicating. I grip into her hips lightly and she grinds her pussy against my cock as it strains against these blasphemous dress pants.
She pants out a breath as I kiss her jaw. “Let’s go to bed,”
she whispers.
I won’t fight her on that. I lift us both up off the sofa and she curls her legs around my torso as I carry her to her bedroom. I set her down on the bed and shift over her to kiss her again.
I don’t kiss anyone. None of the blood whores I’ve been with get any form of affection. They get fed on or fucked, there is no in-between.
I like it.
The sounds she’s making as I slam my tongue into her mouth, sends shivers up my spine. I slide my hand up under her shirt and lightly graze against her nipple.
‘Mmm,”
she moans, tilting her head back. I trail kisses down her throat and her body stills under me. “Don’t bite me,”
she says breathlessly.
I pull back to look down at her and see the panic crossing her features. “I won’t.”
“Promise?”
She says quietly.
She’s still afraid of me.
I can see it in her eyes. She wants this, but she’s afraid of me acting like my usual asshole self. I don’t even think this is just a want, but a need. She needs this to prove to herself that she can be with someone again, and she’s trusting me to be that person.
I can’t fuck this up.
Just last night, she wanted death…she begged for it. If I betray her right now, she’ll drop back into a dark place that I don’t think she’ll be able to pull herself from.
She lifts her arms up above her and I take that as an invitation to pull her shirt off over her head. Her body is trembling as I run my fingers lightly over her skin. It kills me to know how hard this is for her. I lean over her to reach past her and pull the dagger from her nightstand. Her eyes widen when she sees it gripped in my hand. I settle back onto my heels and hold the blade end as I hold the handle out towards her.
“What?”
“Just in case,” I murmur.
“Wren---”
“I rather you feel completely safe through this. If I end up biting you, don’t hesitate to stab me.”
“Wren, I trust you.”
“You don’t though, and that’s okay. You have every reason to be afraid of me and you’re being really strong for allowing me to be with you.”
A blush of pink creeps across her cheeks and she turns away from me. “Take it, Chess.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Don’t let Jullian continue to control you. That was your name right from the start, wasn’t it? I hate the name Frankie for you. It doesn’t suit you, and I hate calling you that. Take back your name, Chess…just like you’re taking back your own body.”
I grip her jaw lightly and force her to look at me. “You’re beautiful. You didn’t deserve what happened to you, and I want you to realize for yourself that you’re not broken or unwanted. You haven’t been sullied and I want every piece of you in this moment.”
I release her face, and she stares at me with wide eyes.
“Don’t treat me like them,”
she says quietly. “I can’t handle it if you treat me like you did those girls.”
“Never. You’re not like them.”
I move to undo the buttons on my shirt and her eyes dart to my chest. “You should know…I’ve never kissed any of them.”
“Really?”
“Yes. You’re the only one I’ve kissed, Chess.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t like them. They’re there to serve a purpose, but it isn’t affection.”
“Do you feel nothing when you’re with them?”
“No. Even with Erin…the one you walked in on…I couldn’t even get my dick hard for her.”
I pull the shirt off of me and toss it to the floor. I move to undo my belt next, and I see her throat bob as she swallows. “Do you want to know how I got hard? Do you want to know what I was thinking about while I fucked her?”
I step back off the bed and drop my pants to the floor. “I was thinking of you the entire time.”
I palm my cock, and I see her chest moving rapidly as her breathing shallows. “You do this to me, Chess.”
I shift back onto the bed and she’s gripping the dagger hard. “Why did you fuck her then, if you felt nothing?
“I was angry and I needed a healthier outlet than going off and killing someone.”
I kiss her stomach and glance up at her through my lashes. “Can I taste you?”
“I said no biting!”
She says exasperated, making me laugh.
“I don’t mean your blood, Chess.”
I brush my fingers against her pussy and lightly drag them up to her clit. She gasps out a breath and I smirk up at her. She’s so fucking wet right now…I just want to lick her up completely. “I’ll ask again…can I taste you?”
“Yes,”
she squeaks out in the most adorable way.
I lower myself down between her legs and I can’t help glancing at the scars again. I kiss her thighs, lingering over each mark on her, willing these memories of hers to go away. I settle my mouth on her soaked pussy, lapping my tongue against her and dipping it into her. Her hands move to my head and grip into my hair hard.
She massages her fingers into my scalp and pulls at my hair when I flick out against her clit. The sensation ripples through my body. Her thighs press into me, and I move my hands to them, gently restraining her and opening her up to me further.
“Fuck, Chess. You taste so fucking good,”
I moan, swirling my tongue and sucking gently on her clit. She’s perfect. The moans and whimpers of pleasure that she’s letting out, makes my cock twitch and harden further. I know her blood would satisfy me completely just from tasting her in this way. Her taste is exquisite, and I want so much more of her.
Her thighs press into my hands and her fingers dig into my scalp aggressively as she gasps out a breath. “Wren!”
She moans as she comes. Hearing her pant out my name like that, grips at my chest. My entire body feels like it’s on fire, just from hearing her say my name as she comes.
I pull away from her and she’s breathing heavily. Her hands settle onto her stomach as she licks her lips and looks at me with a slightly glazed look.
“That was so fucking good,”
she giggles and it’s the most adorable sound.
“Good. Can I keep going?”
It’s a bit weird to be asking, and I don’t know if that’s what she wants, but I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable. I don’t typically ask because normally when a woman comes to my office or home, it’s for one of two things.
I don’t want her to say no. I want to feel her completely. I need to feel her completely.
“Yes, Wren.”