Chapter 39 Wren
WREN
Ipulled back from him, heart racing so fast I could feel it in my fingertips. His eyes were still on me, dark and steady, like he was anchoring me to the ground with nothing but his stare. I moved around him slowly and shut the door behind him, hand trembling as it met the lock.
Click.
The moment the sound echoed through the quiet house, Reed was on me.
He pushed me gently but firmly against the door, his mouth finding mine again in a kiss that stole the air from my lungs. His hands gripped my hips, then skimmed up my sides, rough palms trailing over the soft fabric of the sweatshirt I’d thrown on earlier.
“Wren,” he murmured against my lips, like saying my name helped him believe I was really here.
My hands slid up his chest, curling in the collar of his T-shirt as his fingers found the hem of my sweater and slipped beneath it.
He paused, pulling back just enough to glance down.
And that’s when he realized.
His fingers stilled against my skin, and his eyes flicked up to mine—sharp, hot, and surprised.
“You’re not wearing anything underneath this?” His voice was rough around the edges.
My face flushed instantly. I bit my lip, heat crawling from my cheeks down my neck. “Didn’t think I’d be… seeing anyone.”
His gaze darkened, jaw tightening in a way that made my knees feel weak.
“Fucking hell, Wren.”
He pulled the sweater up slowly, like unwrapping something precious, and when it finally cleared over my head, he just stood there taking me in.
His hands stayed on my hips, fingers pressing into the bruises he left on my skin last night. Then, without a word, he bent and kissed the center of my chest, right between my breasts, before lifting me in his arms like I weighed nothing.
I gasped, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck, and he carried me across the room to my bed. He gave my ass a hard squeeze before laying me down onto the mattress. His mouth returned to mine the second my back hit the sheets.
Reed’s weight settled over mine, careful but sure, one hand braced beside my head, the other trailing down my side, grounding me in every possible way.
He kissed me like he needed it—like he’d been starving and I was the only thing that could cure the hunger. There was nothing rushed about it, nothing careless. Every movement felt intentional, like he was letting me feel just how much he meant it.
“Reed, wait…” I breathed, my voice shaky, my heart pounding in my bare chest.
He stopped immediately, like I’d flipped a switch. His hands lifted in the air, palms open, as if he’d just been caught doing something forbidden.
“You okay, pretty girl?” he asked, concern laced through the heat in his voice. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to slow his breathing. “Did you change your mind?”
I shook my head, still catching my breath, still overwhelmed by the way he looked at me—like I was something he’d never stop wanting.
“I know you love me, Reed,” I said, watching the way his whole face lit up at my words, his smile spreading ear to ear.
“But I need…” I hesitated, cheeks flushed. “I need you to fuck me like you hate me.”
His expression shifted immediately. His jaw clenched, his eyes darkened, and the soft affection turned to raw, simmering intensity.
He leaned down closer, voice low and firm. “Safe word is red. Or tap three times if you can’t say it. Got it?”
I nodded quickly, breath hitching as adrenaline mixed with anticipation. I reached up, fingers skimming the hem of his shirt to tug it off—but he caught my wrists in a flash and chuckled darkly.
“Uh uh. Only good girls get to touch,” he said with a wicked grin, then peeled off his shirt himself, tossing it aside.
Before I could say another word, he bent down and captured my mouth in a kiss that stole what little breath I had left. His hand slid back up, wrapping both of my wrists in one of his and pinning them above my head against the pillow.
He pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips, “You sure you’re ready for this, baby?”
I nodded, eyes locked with his.
“Words Wren,” he growled, his free hand trailing down my body painfully slow.
“Shit, please touch me, fuck me, just do something, please, Daddy.” I finally got out.
I was squirming and whimpering underneath him. I swear he was going to make me come before he even touched me.