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I attack. I flip her onto her back. My hands go to her cami right above the swell of her tits, and I grasp it, tearing it down the center in a quick rip. She gasps, and I pull it open.
“Where are the fucking lights in here?” I growl, not wanting to go another moment without seeing what I’m doing. I need to sear this into my brain. I slap the table beside us until my fingers find a button at the base of the lamp, and I press it, flooding the room with a soft glow. I stare down at Wryn’s chest, the way her breathing causes her perfect breasts to shake.
She looks up at me, unblinking, the torn cami lying on either side of her, softly against her arms, which are gripping on to my thighs as I straddle her. My dick strains against my sleep pants, and I am unreasonably angry that I still have them on.
“Touch me,” she says after I stare at her too long.
I wasn’t debating anything, merely taking her in. Relishing this moment. Unleashing my beast. I watch her eyes close as I push my hands into her hair, jerking her head back, and bend to lick a steady trail from the base of her neck to her chin, tasting her. The salty tang of her sweat coats my tongue, and I grin.
She won’t remember the nightmare after this. I will possess her thoughts. She won’t be able to think about anything other than this moment. I bite down on her earlobe, and she thrashes beneath me until I hold her shoulders, keeping her still. I work my lips back down, nipping and sucking along her neck, and then my thumbs find her hard nipples and flick them back and forth.
I shift myself down her legs, off her hips, holding her thighs together as she squirms.
“Tell me what you want,” I command.
Her gorgeous eyes fly open to meet mine. She bites down on her lower lip, and I rub her nipples harder. She jolts.
“I said, tell me what you fucking want.”
“You,” she says quietly.
“That’s it? You don’t want anything specific?” I cajole, and she stares up at me. “Where is my fiery Wryn who isn’t afraid to speak her mind? Does she get scared in bed?”
I smirk down at her as I watch her eyes light up with a spark, her brows drawing together, and she bucks her hips.
“I want you to make me come but only with your fingers,” she says, raising her chin.
“You think you can tell me what to do?” I grunt as I massage her tits now, squeezing them. I watch her grimace in pain as I grip them tighter.
“I think I just did,” she says between gritted teeth.
I release her and climb off her. I pull her legs open, trailing my hands up and down her spread thighs, watching goose bumps rise. Then, I pull her panties to the side, and suddenly and without warning, I jam one finger inside her. Her back bows off the bed, but she’s so wet, dripping. I know it’s from pleasure and not pain as her eyes roll back. Her moans fill the room as I leisurely thrust in and out of her.
“Is this what you want, Little Bird?” I ask, leaning closer.
Her hands knot in the bedsheets, and I add a finger. She nods.
“Out loud.”
“Yes,” she says as she expels a breath. “Yes, it’s what I want.”
I hook both fingers forward and find that rough patch on her inside wall. She jerks, and I lean forward, capturing her lips with mine. She releases a deep moan into my mouth, and I do it again.
“This is almost too easy,” I taunt. I kiss her like that again, both our eyes open as I continue to finger-fuck her. I pull back. “Rub your clit.”
She follows my direction, her own fingers finding the small nub and circling it, her hips bucking against my hand, and I know she’s close.
“Already going to come this fast?” I whisper to her as I watch her work her clit into a frenzy.
“I’m so fucking close,” she says, eyes closed.
“Look at me, Wryn. I’m the one doing this to you. Don’t think about anyone other than me.”
Her eyes snap to mine, and her mouth opens on a soundless scream as I feel her walls clench around my fingers. Her hand keeps working through her orgasm, and I hold her eyes the entire time until she throws her head back and she draws in a heaving breath. I pull my fingers out and hold them up in the light before I reach down and paint her lips with her own juices.
She’s still as I do it, watching me. Then, I lean down and lick first her top lip and then her bottom lip, biting it softly once I’m done. She wraps one hand around the back of my neck, holding me to her. Her other hand finds my throbbing cock, squeezing the head of it as she leans up, biting my bottom lip harder.
“Is that all you have?” she taunts back.
