“I’m going to make every single part of you mine,” he tells me, and I feel his hot breath on my stomach moments before he plants a kiss there. “Every beautiful part.” His mouth travels lower, and seconds later, he spreads my thighs and situates himself between them.
What does the man do next? Oh, I think you know.
The moment his tongue flicks my clit, I about lose it. Sucking in a hard breath, my hands clench on the sheets below as that tongue works its way around my clit in a soft, gentle circle. My body must already be at a fever pitch, or maybe it’s the blindfold doing its job; either way, I’m ready to lose it.
Reese practically hums between my thighs, and though I can’t see him, I can hear his approval. He wasn’t lying when he said he would worship me tonight. That mouth of his takes its time in latching onto my clit as his hands caress my inner thighs.
Every touch. Every flick of that tongue. Everything he does causes a surge of pleasure to jolt through me, tiny bolts of electricity that jumpstart every part of me. I writhe a bit, unable to stay still, and every so often I let out a whine.
“Does that feel good?” he asks me from between my legs. “Do you like that, Wren?” He laps at my clit after that, causing me to moan and grind my midsection against his face. “Mmm. You do. It’s okay. Your body is telling me everything I need to know. I want you to come for me. I want you to lose it and show me what you look like when you’re unraveling.”
Oh, dear. Combine his words with the way he latches onto me shortly after, and I am a goner. There is no resisting this, no ignoring the orgasm. Nope. It’s there and it’s ready to be unleashed.
Pleasure rips through me in a way it’s never done before, so powerful I have to cry out. My clit pulsates and swells under the attention, and Reese doesn’t stop there. He keeps going, keepspushing, and I swear his eager tongue makes the orgasm last. A record-breaking orgasm that puts all others to shame.
Reese murmurs, “That’s right. Tonight, Wren, I own you.” Such finality in his words, and yet with the ease he just made me come, who am I to try to argue with him? If he wants to own me tonight, he most definitely can. I won’t complain, especially if more orgasms like that are on the way.
This… I have the feeling we’re only getting started.
Chapter Nine – Reese
I’ve never once sat back and thought:am I a lucky man or what?I always knew I was fortunate, of course, to come from a family where money was never an issue, and I’m also well aware it’s the connections of said family that got me to where I am today. Most twenty-nine-almost-thirty-year-olds aren’t in the same position I am these days.
That said, I’d give it all up in a heartbeat if it meant I’d get to keep Wren all to myself. She makes me feel so damn alive. Eager, hopeful, ravenous; the list goes on and on. Everything she brings out of me feels new and exciting. The only other thing that’s ever brought me a sliver of comparable happiness has been my mazes, but again, I’d give my mazes up if it meant I get to have her.
She is above everything else. She’s on the top. She is, in a word, sublime and I am a peasant unworthy to kneel before her.
And, beyond that, she looks fucking stunning naked. Like, you’d never know beneath the clothes she usually wears that she has a rockin’ body, the kind of soft skin that can drive a man mad. And the sounds she makes, especially when she comes—I got a taste of it at the party when I came to her in my mask, but here and now… it’s just better. More raw.
The party was different. The party was full of other people. We couldn’t really get too lost in each other, and of course she didn’t know who I was beneath the mask. I wanted to test her, to see if she’d willingly give herself to the darkness, if she felt the same inherent connection I do.
And she did.
And now we’re here.
My face is buried between her legs. I work overtime on her clit. I make her come over and over again until she’s nothingmore than a mess of limbs and those thighs of hers tremble with every touch. I file away every sound she makes, every time she grinds herself against my face. I’m rock-hard, dying to know what she feels like, but I take my time. If there’s one thing I’m good at—much better than my brothers—it’s willpower.
I’ve waited this long, surely I can wait a bit longer. There’s no rushing this. She’s mine tonight, and I’m going to really drive that fact into her. By the time I take her home, whether it’s later tonight or tomorrow morning, she’ll know exactly who she belongs to.
And then I’m going to take care of Logan.
The maze is set. I’m ready for him. He does nothing but mope around his place on the weekends, so I plan on grabbing him as soon as I take Wren home. I’ll know soon enough whether or not Logan has what it takes to survive.
But back to the matter at hand, or rather, the body beneath mine. Wren.
After I’m positive she’s dripping wet for me, I move my tongue off her clit and dip it a bit lower, running it around the entrance of her pussy before dipping it inside her and tasting her arousal for myself. She sucks in a sharp breath, clearly not expecting that move from me, and I respond by moving a hand off her thigh and bringing a thumb to her swollen, sensitive clit for extra stimulation. I fuck her with my tongue while I rub that nub of flesh at her apex, so the next time she comes, she comes on my tongue.
It’s beautiful, the way she comes undone for me. I truly can’t blame Logan for losing his shit after losing her. He could’ve had what I’m having right now: a feast of Wren, but instead he had to revert back to his old tendencies and lead to her getting hurt. Really, the fool is lucky I haven’t gone after him yet.
I lick my lips when I prop myself up, once her latest orgasm has finished coursing its way through her body. I kiss my way upher stomach, to her chest, where I linger for a while, taking each nipple into my mouth and using my tongue to make her moan and writhe for me, and then I tell her, “You taste so damn good. I could have you for dessert every single night.”
Though her eyes are covered by the blindfold, I can see her react to my words. Her skin is flushed from my work between her legs, but my words make her pant, make her bare chest heave just a bit harder.
I grin down at her and bring my hand to her neck, and I don’t wait a second longer before I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her hard. Pushing my tongue past her lips, I’m certain she gets a nice, long taste of herself, but she doesn’t complain. No, if anything she acts like she can’t get enough.
This good girl isn’t so good when faced with the darkness, is she? I knew she’d be perfect for me. Smart minds think alike. She’s no run-of-the-mill girl, and after tonight, she’s mine. Now, whether or not she realizes she’s mine in every way is up in the air. Soon she’ll see the whole picture. I don’t plan on hiding my true self from her for much longer.
Tonight? Tonight is only a taste of what I can bring her, what I can give her.