I want to explore every part of her, taste her, and sink into her warmth, making her mine.
That incomplete bond within me rejoices at the thought of becoming even closer to Wren. I read about bonds in the books the seer gave us, and I know it won’t be permanent and unbreakable without a ceremony, but this will make it stronger.
“Tell me to stop,” I say hoarsely. Supporting myself on my elbows, I keep most of my weight off her. “If you don’t want this, tell me to stop, and I will.” I rock against her core, bemoaning our still-clothed state. “If I have you like this, you will bemine. I won’t let you go after.”
Her eyes sweep over mine for the longest moment before she nods.
“Out loud, Birdie.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “Do you want this?”
Do you want me?The unspoken words swirl around us.
A beat passes, then two, before her lips curl up.
“Yes, Gabriel. Of course I want this.” She lifts herself on her elbows, her chest brushing mine, and kisses me. Hard.
We’re both breathless when she pulls away and adds, “I want you in every way.” She peers at me from beneath her lashes, blushing. “I’ve been taking a contraceptive tonic for a couple weeks. Sky got it for me.”
We could’ve been doing this forweeks? Gods damn it.
Wren smirks as if she knows I’m stunned, and her hand travels down my front. Lower and lower, until she cups my dick through my clothes. She strokes me, her fingers learning the feel of me, leaving me breathless. Her thumb brushes over my tip, and fuck. I almost lose control right there, like a suns-damned teenager being touched for the first time.
And that won’t do.
I capture Wren’s hand, pulling it away. She makes a sound of frustration, wiggling beneath me, huffing my name, but I smile ruefully. “None of that, little bird. I intend to do this properly.”
Every moment we’ve known each other has been building up to this. Every word, every heated look, every touch, every kiss, every dream that has left me hard and wanting, needing to take the edge off daily.
I want to savor this moment and show Wren exactly how much I want her.
I reach for the laces of her dress, brushing my knuckles over her breasts. “Will you allow me the honor of undressing you?”
She hitches a breath before dipping her chin.
“Words, Wren,” I remind her.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I slant my mouth over hers, the kiss equally gentle and claiming. Her hands fall to the sides, tangling in the sheets, and I tug the laces, loosening the bindings keeping her from me. They fall away slowly, and I move back, helping Wren out of her dress before I gently push her shoulder, and she falls back onto the mattress.
She’s wearing a band around her breasts and matching black panties.
“Gods,” I say gruffly. My chest warms at the sight of her, and I cannot believe she is here with me. “You are magnificent.”
Exquisite, even. The swell of her heavy breasts beckons me, and I cannot resist them any more than any other part of her. I kiss one breast through the fabric of her binding, then the other. She gasps, writhing beneath me.
I groan against her. “If I didn’t have other plans for you, I’d spend all night lavishing these with my attention.”
One day, I’ll spend hours worshipping her tits. Not tonight, though.
“Oh?” She looks at me through lowered lashes. “What are these plans?”
My lips twitch. “You’ll find out soon enough.” Wren huffs, and I chuckle. “Patience, Birdie. I won’t keep you waiting for long.”
I won’t be able to last much longer myself.
I slide off the bed long enough to shuck off my clothes, tossing them behind me. By the time I’m naked, Wren has forgone her underthings as well.
“Fuck,” I rumble, adjusting myself as I soak in the sight of her, kneeling on the middle of the bed.
