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“More,” she moans. “I want more.”

“You got it.”

I slide my hand beneath her stomach above her belly button and ease a second finger inside her. Curling both digits, I seek the rough patch of skin on her front wall. I stroke her sweet spot while applying gentle pressure with my other hand. I stroke again and again, my thumb teasing her sensitive little bud as I stimulate her internally.

“Gabe?” she cries, her voice uncertain.

“It’s okay, baby girl. Let go for me. I’ve got you.”

Wren releases a choked moan, her nails digging into my lower legs as she tumbles over the edge. Pleasure grips her, every muscle in her body taut as her climax washes over her. My cock strains against my zipper as she pulses around my fingers. Fuck, I need inside my woman soon, or I’m gonna blow like a horny schoolboy.

I gently lift her, tossing the pillow up the bed and pulling her into my arms. She tucks her head under my chin, burrowing into me like a kitten. I rock her gently, soothing her with my words as her breathing slowly returns to normal.

Pulling back, I tip her chin up to look at me. “Are you okay?”

She nods, a hazy smile tugging at her mouth. “That was amazing.”

“Not too much?”

Cupping my face, she shakes her head. “Perfect. Like you.”

Turning my head, I kiss her palm. “I think it’s the other way around.”

Wren tugs at my shirt with impatient hands. “You have too many clothes on.”

I chuckle. “That can be quickly remedied.”

Standing with her in my arms, I place her gently on the bed. She scoots back against the pillows, her eyes glued to me as I remove my clothes.

I keep myself in shape, but it’s been a long time since I’ve been naked in front of a woman. Insecurity nips at my heels, but the awe on Wren’s face obliterates any remaining doubt. She looks at me as though she wants to devour me. Her rapt gaze follows the trail of hair from my chest down my stomach to my cock. It twitches under her scrutiny, desperate to be inside her.

“You’re… stunning,” she murmurs as I climb onto the bed, looming over her.

Wren trails her fingers along my cheek and down my throat to my chest, where she flattens her palms over my pecs.

“If you keep touching me like that, this will be over far too soon.” My voice is hoarse as I capture one of her hands and bring it to my lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

“Then we may have a problem because I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop touching you.”

Her confession slams through me like a gunshot. I groan and claim her mouth in a heated kiss, ravishing her with my lips and tongue and teeth. She’s panting when I pull back, lips swollen, eyelids drooping over her glittering eyes.

Unhooking her bra, she tosses it aside, revealing her breasts. Round. Perfect. I lower my head, kissing the raised scar above her left breast from the knife wound. With a groan, I cup her breast and lick the beaded pink nipple. She arches on a whimper of pleasure as I circle the peak with my tongue, sucking hard before transferring my attention to the other one.

The intoxicating scent of her arousal fills my nostrils, and every inch of my skin flares into flame as the need to plunge into her sweet heat becomes overwhelming. I grit my teeth, telling myself to slow down, but my sensual little bird makes a mockery of my control. All that remains is the primal need to possess, to make her mine.

Nudging her legs apart with my knee, I slide one finger into her. She clenches in welcome, and her slick heat makes my cock swell in anticipation. She sighs sweetly as I explore her satiny cleft, teasing her clit. Once. Twice. A third time. A strangled moan is torn from her throat, and she surges against my hand.

Her breath escapes in a ragged rhythm that matches my strokes. Her broken exhalations are so fucking arousing. Hell, right now, everything about her is arousing. She could recite Pythagoras' theorem and it would drive me crazy with lust.

God help me, I know I should wait, but I can’t. Drawing back, I meet bright blue eyes. Fathomless, like the oceans. Sparkling with uncertainty and desire.

My hand shakes as I fist my cock and bring it to her entrance. “Forgive me, little bird.”

Chapter 10

Wren

“Forgive me, little bird.”

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