TAKE WHAT YOU NEED
WREN
Growing up, I used to feel self-conscious about the fact that I wasn’t as small as some of the other girls in my village. I stood out, and it wasn’t just because of my Mark. I’ve always been curvy, and stretch marks have decorated my skin for as long as I can remember. Sometimes, I despised them because they set me apart as different.
But right now?
I don’t feel self-conscious, and I’m not worrying about the softness around my middle. How could I, with the way Gabriel is showering me with attention as though every part of me were precious?
He kisses the soft skin of my stomach, making his way to my breasts, where he rolls my nipples through his fingers. Everything is sensitive, and it isn’t long before I’m writhing beneath him once more.
He crawls further up, his cock hard against my stomach. The tip is damp, and it’s the only thing I can focus on as his mouth claims mine and I taste myself on his lips.
Gabriel murmurs above my lips, “Are you . . .” Kiss. “Having . . .” Kiss. “Fun . . .” Kiss. “Yet?”
This man.
If I’m being honest, I think we passed “fun” a long time ago.
I’ve never come as hard as I did just now, and my mind is blissfully quiet. All I can think about is Gabriel and the way he makes me feel. Like I am beautiful and precious and everything to him.
So, yes, I’m having fun . . .
But I’m also not particularly inclined to put a stop to this yet, so I settle on murmuring, “A bit.”
Gabriel arches a brow, supporting his weight on his elbows. Gods, this handsome man is built like a god, and he wantsme. There is no denying that, not with the proof of his arousal hard and heavy against my stomach, pre-cum dripping from the tip and dampening my skin.
“Just a ‘bit’?” he asks.
“A tiny amount,” I tease, biting back a smile. “I think I could be having more fun.” I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around his hardened length and notching him at my entrance. “I want all of you, Gabe.”
Tired of the games—it feels like we’ve been playing them for months—I rock my hips. We both groan as his tip slides inside me, stretching me.
Fucking suns.
It was one thing to feel how big he was when I touched him, but now I’m realizing there’s a chance he might not be able to fit. My fingers scramble at the sheets, and I force myself to take deep, steady breaths. There’s no room for doubt here. No room for anything at all except for me and Gabriel.
He stills, his muscles taut as he gazes down at me, his face illuminated by my Mark. “Are you okay, Wren?” His words are strained.
Am I?
I’d better be. I haven’t survived as much as I have to meet my end like this.
Determined to take him, I wiggle. He slips in a bit further, the stretch dancing on the line between pain and pleasure.
He repeats my name, and I inhale shakily. “Yes. I just need a minute.” Maybe two. “It’s been a while.”
Gabriel nods, slowly kissing me. His tongue prods at the seam of my lips, and I open my mouth, welcoming his embrace. I can feel tension leaving my body.
“Okay,” I say after a short while. “Keep going.”
His mouth fuses with mine, and he pushes further into me before pausing, brow raised in question.
“More. Give me all of it, Gabe. I can take it.”
There’s a beat, and then with a thrust, he fills me to the hilt. I gasp at the force of his intrusion, and my head falls back. I draw several deep breaths, my body adjusting to all of him.
“Wren?” His voice is hoarse.
