CHAPTER 25
FRANKIE
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That was amazing. No one’s ever done that to me before, and the pleasure that I felt from it was crippling. Wren grabs the dagger that I abandoned and places it in my hand again before shifting himself over me.
He’s gorgeous. His arms flex as he holds himself over me, and I just want to touch him. I want to trace my fingers over every corded muscle in his body and every tattoo. He bends down and presses his lips to mine. I can’t believe he doesn’t kiss anyone else. When he said that, it sent a flicker of joy through my heart. When he said he thought of me while he railed Erin, it made me so much wetter. I felt heat pooling in my pussy at the thought.
I’ve never felt true pleasure in my life. It was always forced and tainted encounters. Some of the vampires that raped me would make me come and I hated myself for it. No matter how much I cried and begged, they never showed mercy…they never stopped until they were completely satisfied with their purchase.
I feel his cock press against me, and I slam my eyes closed. “Are you alright?”
He asks, brushing his thumb against my cheek. “Do you not want to do this?”
“No!”
I say quickly and his brows furrow. He moves to pull away and I realize then that he thinks I mean I want him to stop. I lace my fingers behind his neck and pull his mouth down to mine. He groans as I deepen the kiss and presses himself further into me. I wince at the sensation and whimper out a breath.
“Does it hurt?”
He asks quietly, sucking on my bottom lip.
“A bit…”
It’s been twelve years since I’ve had sex, of course it’s going to hurt. “Its…been a while and you’re big, Wren.”
“Fuck, Chess. Don’t stroke my ego like that or I’m going to come all over you before I even get inside of you.”
I laugh against his mouth as he kisses me again and I feel him smile against my lips. “And that just did the opposite…don’t laugh at me when I’m trying to fuck you.”
“I can’t help it,”
I snort and he laughs as well, pulling back from me again.
He rolls away from me and settles onto his back. I look over at him and he smiles at me. “Come here,”
he purrs, tapping his thigh. I shift myself over him and swallow hard as I stare at him stroking his cock. “You should be on top. I rather you have control over this…take it as slow or as fast as you want to, Chess.”
I’ve never been in control…of anything, least of all sex. I don’t even know what I’m doing. I look away from him, embarrassed. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing, Wren,”
I say honestly.
“You’ll be fine, Chess. I’ll help you feel good.”
I nod my head and shift myself over him, slowly lowering myself onto his cock. “That’s it. Just like that.”
I slowly inch myself down onto him, rocking my hips as I do. “Good girl, Chess,”
he moans. I settle myself into his hips and I can feel him completely inside of me. “Fuck, Chess. You feel so fucking good.”
My chest swells with joy at the praise and I smile down at him. He smirks at me and brushes my hair back from my face. “What do I do now?”
I say quietly.
“Just move, Chess. Move however you need to in order to make yourself feel good.”
He grips my hips lightly and lifts me slightly before letting me settle back down against him.
Fuck. That felt good.
His cock is big enough to fill me completely and reach areas I never thought possible. He encourages me to do it again and I do, shifting my hips forward at the same time.
“Fuck. Yeah, just like that,”
he murmurs, biting his own lip. My stomach and chest begin to tingle, and I move against him a bit faster and higher, slamming into his hips lightly. “Fuck,”
he groans, gripping my hips harder.
He pants out harsh breaths as I ride his cock. I lean forward into him and slip my tongue into his mouth. He grips my throat and pushes me back from his face. His eyes are shining brightly, and his canines are out. He grips my wrist and shifts the hand with the dagger towards him. He holds my wrist until I settle the blade tip over his heart.
“Wren---”
“Just keep it there.”
His voice is low and harsh, and I can see him struggling to pull in a proper breath. “Keep going,”
he whispers.
I keep grinding up against him and I can feel my body begin to tighten as I edge closer to an orgasm. I close my eyes and tip my head back, moving against him faster. Every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire. He lets out a small hissing breath and I glance down to see a small trickle of blood oozing from the tip of my blade.
“Oh, fuck. I cut you!” I gasp.
“I’m fine.”
“Wren---”
“Cut me again, Chess.”
“What?”
He can’t be serious…
“I want you to cut me, Chess. Make me bleed.”
“I can’t…”
“Do it!”
He growls. So I do…I cut him.