CHAPTER 54
FRANKIE
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Heat grips at my clit and my body shakes with need. Wren’s hands drift down my back and grip into my ass, pulling my hips flush against his cock. He’s rock fucking hard, and I can feel it digging into my pelvis. I love him in sweatpants. Don’t get me wrong, the suits on him are fucking sexy, but being able to see how fucking turned on he is, and easily feel it through the thinner material, sends a spark of pride through me. I do this to him. This cock is mine and I’ll use it however I see fit. I know he won’t deny me, and his words are a promise of that.
“Where do you want me?”
I tip my head up to look at him and a silver sheen sneaks across his eyes before settling into a soft glow.
“Everywhere,”
he rumbles, bending down to claim my mouth.
My eyes widen, and I glance around the apartment before looking back at him with a raised eyebrow. “Um, you know this place is huge, right?”
“Your point?”
“Wren,”
I laugh, smacking him and pulling out of his grip. Now he’s just being ridiculous, but I’ll admit, it warms my insides at the thought of him fucking me on every surface of this apartment. “I’m not going anywhere, so we have plenty of time to explore every inch of your place. Plus, do you really want to tire me out that badly? I still need to function in the morning.”
“Maybe I want to fuck you until your body completely succumbs to pleasure, Chess. If I fuck you until you pass out, then you won’t be so quick to finish this assignment.”
His voice is tense and now confusion rattles around in my head. “It’s my job, Wren. Can we not do this right now?”
“Fine,”
he snarls, and I take a step back from him at the small pulse of power that slithers out from his anger. I see a small glint of black scurry across his irises and my stomach drops.
No.
The insanity is still in him. What he gave me wasn’t enough to satisfy the growing darkness inside his mind. He shakes his head, and his gaze softens as he takes a hesitant step towards me.
“I’m sorry, Chess.”
He’s still slipping. I thought I helped him, but all I did was buy him time…but for how long? How long before the insanity slithers back into his thoughts and actions?
I close the distance between us and slip my palm against his cheek. “You’re still here with me, right?”
Worry creases between his brows. “Of course. I’m not going anywhere, Chess.”
Fuck. I don’t think he even noticed it happen. The insanity snuck in on him, and this must be why he let it go on for so long. He didn’t actually know how bad it was. It weaved it’s way through his mind and slowly chipped away at his reality.
I shake my head and slide my hand up to his temple, giving it a light tap. “Here, Wren. Did you not just feel that?”
“What?”
“Your eyes…”
His eyes widen, and he pulls his face away from my hand. “Are they…”
He chokes on a breath, and I can see the panic pulling at him.
“No. They’re not black right now, but I saw it creeping in. You’re still not where you should be, Wren.”
“I feel fine,”
he hisses, taking another step back. “I feel more like myself than I have in a long time.”
“Maybe because you weren’t yourself for so long, you don’t actually know what it’s like to be yourself anymore.”
His gaze hardens and his jaw twitches. He’s so quick to anger again, and that’s troubling. “Don’t get mad, Wren. I’m trying to fucking help you, and the quicker you let me in completely, the easier it’ll be to fucking help you!”
“I have let you in completely!”
His anger is staggering and volatile, and I stumble back as a snap of shadow lashes out at me.
His face pales and he quickly moves away from me, breathing heavily. He shifts himself into the kitchen and grips the edge of the counter hard enough to hear the marble squeal at the pressure.
“You’re right.”
His voice is strained and harsh. “Get out. Get out now before I end up hurting you, Chess. I’m sorry I lost control of my powers…I’ve…I’m sorry.”
Irritation crawls across my skin and I ignore his request, moving towards the couch and flopping down in the middle of it. He turns his head slowly to look at me, confusion written all over his face.
“I’m not going anywhere. You’ll have to do a lot more than that to scare me away. We hashed it out harder than this earlier, and guess what? I’m still here. You don’t want to hurt me? Then stop trying to shut me out and push me away when you’re struggling.”
“Chess---”
“Are you going to take this off of me or am I going to have to do it myself?”
He lets out an exasperated sigh and pushes away from the counter. He strides over and stands in front of me.
I lean back into the couch and stare at him as I slide my hand down my stomach and under my panties. I feel the dampness still settled there from his comments from earlier and I quickly find my clit, strumming my fingers against it and biting my lip. Wren’s lips part as he watches me pleasure myself, and I glance down to see his cock harden in his pants. It grows and lengthens down his thigh, straining against the light material.
I fucking love sweatpants.
I can see the length and the swell of its head as he takes a hesitant step towards me. “Wren,”
I pant. “I’m so fucking wet for you. Do you not want this? Do you not want my pussy around your cock. Tensing and pulsing…feeling every inch of you, plunging into it without mercy?”
My pussy aches with need at my own words. I want that. I fucking need it. He makes me feel alive, and all I want right now is to fucking feel alive.
He kneels down in front of me and rips my hand away. He grips the edges of my panties and tugs them down off my legs. His fingers slam into me, sliding in and out with ease into my soaking wet pussy. He darts his tongue across my clit before burying his face against me. I whimper out a breath and slide my fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands. My knees curl up against his shoulders as my orgasm shudders through my body.
My chest is heaving as he slips his fingers from me. They glisten in the dim light, covered in my juices. “Open your mouth, Chess.”
His voice is dark and feral as he brings his fingers towards my face. I lick my lips and swallow the unease in my throat. “Open your fucking mouth,”
he growls. So I do. I open my mouth for him, and he slides his fingers in against my tongue. “Suck.”
He commands it and I shiver at the tone. Dominating. Controlling. I swirl my tongue around his fingers and wrap my lips around them. He slowly pulls them back as his eyes glow fiercely. “Well? How do you taste?”
I lick my lips, tasting the lingering remnants of myself on them and it coats my tongue. “I don’t know,”
I say honestly. I don’t know what he wants me to say.
“You do.”
“Sweet.”
I gasp when he pulls me to my feet and pins me against his chest. “Yes, Chess. You taste sweet.”
He slams his lips to mine, devouring me. “So fucking sweet.”
My heart pounds against my chest and my stomach flutters as his hands claw at my back. I hear the seams tear on the bra, and I let out a disgruntled breath, pushing back on his chest. He pulls his face back and looks at me confused.
“Can you do anything without tearing off my clothes? That was brand fucking new and you ruined it.”
He smirks at me and drops the torn fragment of clothing to the floor, leaning his face to my neck. He inhales. “I’ll buy you whatever you want, Chess. Anything you fucking want.”
He sucks at the skin just below my ear and I pull in a shuddering breath. A burning heat rages in my pussy when I feel his hard cock press against my side. I rub his length through his pants, and he hisses out a breath. Before I even realize, my back is to his chest. He spun me around so quickly and so smoothly, that I didn’t even notice him do it.
He steps us towards the couch again and slides his leg between my thighs, widening my stance to him. His hand grips my shoulder, and he presses me forward lightly. I bend for him, folding myself over towards the seat cushions and placing my hands on the soft leather. His hands move across my ass, up my back and then back down to settle at my hips.
I feel the tip of his cock press against me as his hands grip me harder. His fingers dig in roughly at my skin as he slams his length into me. He pauses and lets out a harsh breath before he starts moving. Long, deep strokes, hard enough to force my hold on the couch further forward.
“Wren,”
I pant out, slamming my eyes shut as his cock slams into me harder and harder. His grip on me is painful, but the pleasure I feel as he fucks my pussy, mingles with the sensation and blooms a whole new feeling inside of me. I reach back and grip at one of his hands on me and his fingers curl against mine, pinning me to my own body.
“Other hand too, Chess,”
he grunts, pounding into me again. I do as he asks, and he laces his fingers through that one as well, completely holding me to him. “Good girl, Chess. Does that feel good?”
“Yes!”
I pant out, dropping my head down as the air wheezes through my chest. My body tingles as he fucks me into oblivion. My orgasm ravaging me right down to my core. He grunts and moans, pressing his forehead against my back as he releases my arms to wrap his around my stomach.
“Chess,”
he chokes out through gritted teeth. He comes inside of me, and I feel it drip down my legs as he pants out harsh, heavy breaths. I feel the edge of his fangs graze against my skin as he kisses me along my spine.
He pulls out of me and I collapse against the couch, squeezing my thighs together as my pussy throbs. He bends back down and pulls me into his arms, carrying me towards the bedroom. My arms are wrapped loosely around his neck, and I stare up at him. His strong jaw and silky raven hair makes him gorgeous. I settle my head against his chest, and he looks down at me with a smile on his face. His gorgeous smile. It lights up his features and it grips at my heart.
My King.