She looks down at the ring glittering on her finger, then back at me with those wide blue eyes that still make my chest ache. "You didn't actually ask me a question, you know."
I smirk, pulling her onto my lap so she's straddling me. "That's because it wasn't a question, little bird. It was a declaration."
Her hands rest on my chest, the diamond catching the light as the limo pulls away from the curb. "You could have done this privately. Why in front of everyone?"
I cup her face between my palms, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because I wanted everyone to see. To know. That you're mine. That I've claimed you." My thumbs stroke her cheekbones. "And because I wanted to burn all your bridges. Make it impossible for you to ever go back to your old life."
The honesty should frighten her. Instead, I see understanding dawn in her eyes, followed by something deeper. Acceptance. Surrender.
"You've planned everything from the beginning, haven't you?" she asks softly. "Every step. Every moment."
"From the second I saw you," I confirm. "And I'll continue planning our lives together until my last breath." My hands slide down to her waist, gripping firmly. "But right now, all I'm planning is how many times I'm going to make you come tonight while I fill you with my seed."
She shivers at my words, her pupils dilating. Two weeks of constant fucking have taught me exactly how to push her buttons, how to make her wet with just my voice.
"People will talk," she whispers as my hands find the zipper of her dress. "About us. About me. The age gap, how fast it's happened..."
"Let them," I growl, dragging the zipper down, revealing her bare back. No bra, as I'd instructed. "Let them whisper that I'm a cradle-robbing bastard. Let them speculate that you're a golddigger. None of it matters." I push the dress off her shoulders, baring her breasts to my hungry gaze. "All that matters is this. Us."
As the limo speeds through the city toward home—toward our future—I claim her mouth again, my hands everywhere, marking, possessing. The world beyond these tinted windows can burn for all I care. I have everything I need right here in my arms.
My little bird surprises me, slipping from my grip with a graceful movement I didn't expect. Before I can pull her back, she slides to her knees on the floor of the limo, her eyes never leaving mine as her hands work at my belt buckle.
"What are you doing?" I ask, though it's perfectly fucking clear what she's doing.
"I want to please you," she whispers, and Christ, the sight of her—my ring glittering on her finger as she unfastens my pants—nearly makes me come right then.
I thread my fingers through her hair, not guiding, just holding. Claiming. "You don't have to."
"I know." Her smile is shy but determined. "I want to."
When she takes me in her hand, I hiss through my teeth at the sensation. Her fingers barely wrap around my girth, a reminder of how small she is compared to me, how delicate. How thoroughly I've ruined her for anyone else.
"I've never done this before," she admits, stroking me experimentally. "Tell me how."
Fuck.The confession sends a fresh surge of blood to my already painfully hard cock. Of course she hasn't done this before. No one else has touched her like this, tasted her, claimed her. Every virgin part of her belongs to me alone.
"Open your mouth," I command, my voice rough with need. "Take me in slowly, just the tip at first."
She obeys beautifully, those pink lips stretching around my girth. The sight alone nearly undoes me—innocent Wren on her knees in a moving limo, my ring on her finger, her mouth learning the shape of my cock.
"That's it," I praise as she takes me deeper. "Good girl. Use your tongue."
Her inexperience is obvious but somehow makes it better, more intimate. She's learning this for me.
"Look at me," I demand, tightening my grip in her hair. "I want to see those pretty blue eyes while you take me."
She glances up, pale blue eyes watering slightly as she tries to accommodate my size. The vulnerability in her gaze ignites something primal in me—the need to protect warring with the need to corrupt.
"Perfect," I growl. "Now take more."
I guide her head down, careful not to push too hard, watching as she struggles to take another inch. Her throat works, trying to relax, and the sensation of her swallowing around me tears a groan from my chest.
"Enough," I say, pulling her off me before I lose control. "Come here."
I lift her back onto my lap, pushing her dress up around her waist to find she's not wearing panties either. Just as I instructed. My perfect, obedient little bird.
"Going to fill you up," I mutter against her neck as I position her over my cock. "Going to put my baby in you tonight."
