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“I didn’t think I had any light left to find,” she added.
I swallowed, my voice rasping when I answered, “You do, Wren. You glow.”
And damn, those words hit her. Not in a way that broke her, but in the way that let something beautiful out. Something buried. The air felt thicker. Still. Like even the night was holding its breath.
I let go of her hand, only so I could touch her face. My left palm rested against her cheek, warm and real. My fingers on my right hand threaded through her hair at the base of her neck like I’d dreamed of doing a hundred times but never let myself. My thumb brushed the corner of her mouth. She leaned into it without thinking, like her body already knew mine.
“You sure?” I asked. My voice was barely a whisper, not pushing.
She nodded. Small at first. Then again, slower.
“I’ve always been sure.”
That was it. That was all I needed. I leaned in—slow, cautious, giving her every second to change her mind. But she didn’t. I felt her breath catch. Saw her eyes flutter shut. And then I kissed her.
Soft. Intentional. My lips brushed hers like I was learning her mouth, not just claiming it. Like I was giving her something, not taking. But the second she kissed me back—reallykissed me, fingers fisting into my shirt, mouth parting beneath mine—I lost the hold on my restraint.
A low groan escaped my lips as I deepened the kiss, hand slipping down to her waist and pulling her into me like I’d been starving and just realized what I needed to survive.
She came willingly. No hesitation. Her body pressed into mine like we were pieces of the same storm, trying to find calm in each other. And God, she fit. Every inch of her felt like something I hadn’t let myself want—and now couldn’t let go of.
The stars above us blurred, and the world fell away.
I kissed her like I’d been holding it in for years. Because honestly, I had. She kissed me like I was something steady—something safe. Like I was home.
When we finally came up for air, I didn’t move far. Just rested my forehead against hers, breathing hard. Her chest rose and fell against mine, fast and warm.
“You still think you don’t have any light left?” I asked, voice rough and gravelly.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled.
“Not when you kiss me like that.”
I kept looking at her like she was made of stars and wildfire.Like she had hung the fucking moon. I pulled her back in for a kiss. My tongue immediately found hers, which earned me a quiet moan from her.
My breath hitched, and I could hear my pulse in my ears. Every inch of me was on fire. At this point, my brain could barely function because of the sudden rush of blood that went straight to my dick.
“Oh, pretty girl,” I spoke softly, voice thick with need, barely able to keep steady. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”
My hands tightened at her hips as I shifted my body upward, grinding my hips deliberately into her spread legs. The friction between us was electric, raw heat pooling low and setting fire to every nerve ending. Her breath hitched—soft, shaky, utterly vulnerable—and she let out a loud moan that melted through me. Fuck, she sounded so fucking good. I needed to hear more. I needed to hear her scream my name. I wanted to feel her tight, needy cunt around my cock. I needed her like I needed air.
Her hands curled in my hair, pulling me closer as if she agreed with what I was saying in my head.
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His lips found the delicate hollow beneath my ear, pressing soft, lingering kisses that made my pulse race. Every touch was fucking electric, sending shivers straight down to my core. He kissed his way down to the crook of my neck, sucking my skin between his teeth before licking over the same spot. He was marking me, making me his. I let out a breathy moan.
His voice was low, husky—like a secret meant only for me. “You’re gonna be such a good girl for me, Wren.” His warm breath was teasing and tickling my nerve endings.
I swallowed hard, his words wrapping around me like silk and fire all at once. I ground against him, seeking any friction to calm the ache in between my legs. I needed him. I wanted him to use me, to make me feel good. I trusted him.
His hand slid down from my hips, gripping me so he could grind his clothed dick into me. I couldn’t help the loud moans that escaped me. I didn’t even know I could bethis vocal. He had barely touched me, and I was close. Every inch of my body was awake, alive with sensation.
He nipped gently at my jawline, then kissed a path down to the sensitive spot just above my tattoo on my collarbone. I closed my eyes, pressing into him, craving every bit of his touch and the way he made me feel—seen, wanted, and dangerously close to losing myself completely.
He hooked his fingers under the hem of my hoodie and pulled it over my head. His eyes went wide as he dropped the hoodie into the truck bed. His eyes darted from my breasts, stuffed in a too-small powder blue lace bralette, to my eyes.
