Too soon, his mouth is gone and he’s watching me with a sly grin. “I remember the first time I pleasured myself thinking about you. Do you want to know when?”
“Yes.” My voice is dry as old parchment.
Wren’s torturous finger is now sliding along my slit. “We were thirteen. It was one of the days you sat with your leg dangling from the window. Fuck, Rapunzel. It drove me crazy when you sat like that. I was afraid you’d tumble, and I wouldn’t be able to save you. Little did I know…” With a tsk, he gives my pussy a playful slap. Then he strokes my clit and pulls a soft sigh from me. “Butthatday, I couldn’t stop staring at your perfect leg. And after everyone fell asleep…” He takes his hand from between my legs. Mirrors his words with actions, stroking his erect shaft. “I fucked my hand with the vision of you in my mind.”
Oh, God…
“How often did you think about me, Rapunzel?” He pumps slowly, his thumb smearing the pearl of cum leaking from the tip.
“All the time.” The admission falls easily from my lips. “Thoughts of you were all that helped me endure those years.”
He keeps stroking himself, the sight mesmerizing. “I’m sorry I allowed my grief and anger to come between us.”
“That was before, Wren. This is now.” Desperate for him, I replace his hand with my own. He’s warm velvet over steel. “There’s nothing between us now.”
Wren locks his jaw, a hiss issuing between his clenched teeth as I glide my hand over him. He rocks his hips in time with each pull on his long length. I squeeze the engorged head, using his precum to smooth the slide from base to tip. Again and again. Until beads of sweat break out on his brow. Until his breath comes in labored huffs that whisper across the stone walls of our chamber.
“Fuck, Rapunzel.”
He grabs my wrist, but I wrench it away. I wrap my arms around his back, the ridges of the lash scars rough against my palms. His flesh against mine sparks an inferno, blazing a trail through my veins.
“Please…”
“Please what, Rapunzel?”
Ever the arrogant warrior.
“Please.” I buck my hips against his hard cock. “Fuck me, Wren.”
“Those words are poetry on your tongue.” Wren rewards me by taking hold of the base of his shaft. He rubs his swollen head along my soaked lips. “I wanted to taste you first, make this last, but I’ve waited too long to feel your cunt around my cock.”
“No more waiting,” I breathe.
I rock into the cruel tease of his erection. He uses his tip to part me, building the painful pressure of anticipation in my womb. My muscles contract as a rush of desire flows to ease his entry. I’m saturated. It drips from me to slick my thighs. Wren feels it, too, and at his arrogant smile, I bury my hands in his hair and give it a yank to bring his face closer. I capture his mouth in a rough kiss, my frenzied passion combining with his.
“Sure you’re ready, Zee?” he growls against my lips. “We can stop…”
“Don’t you dare.” I release his hair to grip his ass and pull him forward.
He sinks into me, one extraordinarily agonizing inch at a time. Stretching me. Filling me. He fits us together. Makes my body sing until the pleasure almost overrides the pain.
“I’m hurting you.”
I swallow hard and blink away the sting of tears. “Only a little.”
It’s a tiny lie.
He stills. “Then why are you crying?”
“Because I’ve wanted this for so long.” It’s all I thought about during those long and miserable nights alone in the dark in that tower. Never daring to imagine that one day, the fantasy of this moment would become a reality. “Wren, please don’t stop.”
I hitch in a breath, exhaling on a sob as he rocks his hips against mine. His serious expression is etched from stone. His brow furrows as he drives in farther, and with one last brutal thrust, he tears his way fully inside me.
Oh, God. “I never thought anything could feel this good.”
“You were made for me.” He kisses me urgently. As if I’m his next breath.
He withdraws until he nearly pulls out of me…only to slam back in until I swear, I come undone. Wren does this again and again. His rhythm awakens something primitive in me. Something that demands…more. It demands everything from him—every thrust. Every filthy promise he’s rasping in my ear. Every panting breath. All of him. All of us.
