The lock clicked open and I pushed the door, flicking on the dim lamp by the entrance.My apartment was sparse by design.A worn couch, coffee table with bike magazines, TV mounted on the wall.Kitchen barely visible around the corner.Mattress on a simple frame visible through the open bedroom door.Nothing personal.Nothing that couldn't be abandoned in five minutes flat if things went sideways.Unlike the rest of the building, my apartment had no clutter and I kept everything spotlessly clean.I also had three deadbolts and a metal door I’d installed the second I’d moved in.
Once I’d locked up, I turned to say something, maybe offer her a drink, but never got the chance.Wren moved like lightning, her body slamming into mine with enough force to knock the air from my lungs.Her mouth found mine, hungry and demanding, fisting her hands in my shirt.
Her lips tasted like whiskey and sin.She pressed her body against mine with an urgency that matched my own.I'd spent years mastering control, but something about this woman made me want to let loose and see what happened.
"Fuck," I breathed against her mouth as her teeth caught my bottom lip.Her nails dug into my shoulders as she pressed me back against the wall with surprising strength.Or maybe I simply wanted her to feel like she was in control so I didn’t do anything to frighten her.I could have easily overpowered her, but there was something intoxicating about letting her take charge, about watching this fierce creature claim what she wanted.
Her knife pressed against my thigh through the fabric of my jeans as she ground against me, a dangerous reminder of who she belonged to.I let her do what she wanted, reveled in the touch of her hands sliding under my shirt to trace the muscles of my stomach.
"You been thinking about this all night?"she whispered, her voice husky as she worked the buttons of my shirt.
"Since I first second saw you," I admitted, the truth slipping out before I could filter it.Besides, I knew admitting this much to her was the least she deserved.She was easily the most desirable woman I’d ever seen.
Something shifted in her eyes, a flash of vulnerability quickly masked by desire.Her fingers stilled on my chest.In that moment of hesitation, I made my move.I flipped our positions, spinning us so she was the one with her back against the wall, my hands pinning her wrists above her head.She gasped, but it wasn't fear in her eyes.It was heat, anticipation, challenge.
"That works too," she said with a wicked grin that shot straight to my cock.
I captured her mouth again, rougher this time, my free hand sliding down her side to her thigh, fingers brushing against the knife strap."This stays on?"
"Unless you want to find out how fast I can use it," she replied, but there was playfulness beneath the warning, probably as a means to soften the blow.
"I was going to insist you keep it on," I murmured, trailing kisses down her neck."I like knowing I don’t have to worry if you want me to stop.You’ll make yourself abundantly clear."
I released her wrists and was rewarded when she slid her fingers in to tangle in my hair, pulling me closer.I gripped her curves through the tight dress.The fabric was in my way, and I had to restrain myself from tearing it from her slight form.Instead, I managed to find the zipper at her back, dragging it down with deliberate slowness.
I lifted her, urging her to wrap her legs around my waist as I carried her the short distance to my bed, both of us fumbling with clothes along the way.Her dress hit the floor just as my knees hit the bed, my shirt followed shortly thereafter.
When I laid her on the mattress, the sight nearly undid me.All pale skin and curves, purple hair spread across my pillow like some kind of punk rock goddess.Her dress didn’t afford a bra, so the only things she still wore were black panties and that fucking knife strapped to her thigh.Fucking poetry.
I stripped off my jeans, watching her watch me, her gaze tracing every muscle, every scar with appreciation that bordered on hunger.When I joined her on the bed, the springs creaked beneath our combined weight, a soundtrack to match our ragged breathing.
I couldn't help the groan that escaped me as I moved my mouth down her body, my lips trailing across her collarbone, over her breasts to suck one peak between my lips and draw hard.She cried out, arching her back.Her skin tasted like salt and something sweet I couldn't place.I traced lazy circles around one nipple with my tongue before taking it in my mouth again, sucking just hard enough to make her arch beneath me.
"Fuck," she gasped.“Fuck!”
I smiled against her skin, working my way lower, kissing down her stomach, feeling the muscles there tense under my touch.When I reached the edge of her panties, I glanced up, meeting her gaze.The hunger I saw there matched my own.
She lifted her hips as I tugged down her panties.I pulled them off her legs and tossed them somewhere behind me.All that mattered was the woman spread before me on my bed, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her thighs parting as I settled between them.
I wanted to take my time as I kissed the inside of her thigh to the knife strapped there.The contrast of deadly steel against her soft skin made me shiver.Honestly, though, what was life without a little danger to fuel the adrenaline?
I leaned in, dragging my teeth lightly along her inner thigh, just above the knife strap.Wren sucked in a sharp breath.The little sound of need that escaped her throat was better than any symphony I'd ever heard.
"You're taking your time," she said, breathless and impatient.
I chuckled against her skin."Patience, kitten."
"Fuck patience," she growled, her fingers tangling in my hair, tugging just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain down my spine.“And I ain’t no Goddamned kitten.”
I shrugged, not even trying to hold back my grin.“Lioness then.”
“I’ll accept that.”She sighed and spread her legs wide for me.
I gave her what she wanted, dragging my tongue through her slick folds, groaning at the taste of her weeping cunt.Sweet and tangy and so fucking perfect.I'd meant to tease her, to build the tension slowly, but the second I tasted her, all thoughts of restraint vanished.I devoured her like a starving man, gripping her thighs to keep them spread wide.
"Holy shit," she gasped, arching off the bed when I found her clit with my tongue.I circled it, varying pressure and speed until I found the rhythm that made her thighs tremble.When I slid two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot that would drive her wild, she cried out, her body clenching around me.She was responsive as hell, her body honest even when I suspected her words might not always be.
I worked her with my mouth until she was trembling, her thighs quivering on either side of my head.She was tight and wet around my fingers as I curled them to find that spot that had her arching off the bed.
