Wren screams, her back arching from the bed.
“Little bird,” I coo, “Tell me.”
“You,” she cries, “I’m yours!”
“Good girl,” I drop down to my elbows, nuzzling my nose into her hair as I roll my hips slowly but no less deep, “Such a good girl.”
Her nails score my back, drawing blood as I lose myself in her. I’d been without her for too long and I vow, here and now, as my balls tighten and her walls clamp down around me, her orgasm drawing my own from my body, that she’ll never leave my side again. I empty myself in her, my teeth biting her flesh, her scream echoing from the walls and then we lay there, in the darkness, in silence.
“I need it gone,” she whispers, “This doesn’t change anything, Alexander, I want this mark off me, and if you do not help me, I’ll do it myself.”
My hand strokes up the centre of her chest, through the valley of her breast until my hand caresses her delicate throat, “Do not make threats, little bird, I will help you, but you must first heal.”
She swallows against my palm, “I’ll kill him.” She declares.
“I hope you do little bird, I want to see you bathed in his blood.”
She curls into me, wincing a little in pain so I get up and move to the cabinet, grabbing the painkillers and antibiotics the doc left. Surprisingly she takes them with ease and curls up at my side, resting her head on the soft spot between my neck and shoulder. Her breath fans across my chest, her hair draped over my arm whilst her finger lazily draws circles on my stomach. She sleeps and for the first time in weeks, I do too.
I would complain that the morning is here too quickly however I find no such thing when I wake to Wren kissing her way down my stomach, over the ridges of my abdominal muscles, all the way down until her mouth hovers over my cock.
A grin curves up my lips as her eyes flick to me, a life there I didn’t see in her before. Here she looks wild, free, a little mischievous as her tongue slips from between her lips and she licks me from the base all the way to the tip.
When she wraps her mouth around my dick, my hips surge from the bed, seeking the heat of her tongue as she sucks, swallowing me down until I hit the back of her throat. I wondered how long I’d get to keep this version of Wren before the nightmares begin again, how long her mind will remain here rather than in the past, remembering all the things Valentine did to her. I don’t think she’ll truly be free of her horrors until we see Valentine dead and it’s something I’ll give her. My gift to the queen of the city. Slowly she draws away from me, dropping to her knees at the edge of the bed and I stand, staring down at her as her small palm wraps around my cock and she retakes me into her mouth.
“That’s it, little bird,” I praise, slowly pumping my hips to match her pace, tangling my hand into her hair and wrapping the copper strands around my fingers, “such a good girl, on your knees for me.”
She hums on my cock, forcing herself down further, enough to make her gag reflex kick in but I don’t give her a reprieve, I fist the hair the back of her head tightly, forcing her back down, reveling in the feel of her on my cock. I’ll have her every way. Her nails dig into my thighs as I begin to fuck her mouth, her eyes watering, tongue lapping and licking.
“You’re going to fucking swallow it,” I tell her, teeth gritted and voice nothing more than a primal growl, my orgasm impending and she gives the barest of nods. My grunt, a moan of pleasure as her other hand slides up the inside of my thigh to cup my balls echoes through the room, her hand squeezing almost to the point of pain, and I can’t control it. My orgasm whips through me and I spill into her mouth with a roar, coating her tongue, her throat as my cock pulses wildly, my balls emptying themselves into her willing mouth. I withdraw myself and she smirks up at me, one brow raised as she gently wipes her lips with the tips of her fingers.
“On your fucking back,” I order.
Never taking her eyes from mine, she lowers herself gently until she’s laid completely bare on the carpet.
“Touch yourself.”
Her hand slips down her stomach, fingers falling between her thighs as she spreads her pussy and gently caresses her clit, swollen and ready. Her arousal glistens, coating her fingers as she plays.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I tell her when her lids threaten to close under the pleasure of what she is doing to herself.
She slips a finger inside, using the heel of her hand to apply friction at the same time, and rolls her hips, the sweet sound of her arousal loud in the otherwise quiet bedroom.
I’m already growing hard again watching her and so I wrap a hand around my cock, pumping it to the same speed she fucks herself with her finger.
“On your fucking knees!” I order, “Now!”
Slowly, she rolls before raising on her knees, spine arched so she’s still able to toy with herself and leaving my cock, I drop behind her, pushing her hand away in favor of my tongue. She pushes her ass back, wanting more of my mouth on her pussy so I spread her and punch my tongue into her entrance before licking and sucking at her flesh.
Before she can climax, I pull away, rising up onto my knees and reveling in the view before me, even bruised and a little broken, she’s a fucking angel for the devil to feast his eyes upon. Her ass, on show for my eyes, spine curved, body heaving with each labored breath. I run a finger down her ass, through her cheeks, finding her virgin flesh, teasing with the tip of my finger.
She sucks in a breath as I tease it forward, finding resistance. “Lex,” she moans.
“It’s coming.”
I smear some of her arousal up through her cheeks and then line myself up with her entrance, slamming forward as my finger teases and slips in, making her spine arch further, her ass pushing back.
“Yes!” She screams.
I fuck her like this, her body meeting mine thrust for thrust, slamming and biting and screaming, her cries of ecstasy bouncing off the walls and meeting me, spurring me on to go harder, faster. Skin slaps together, bodies grinding, finding a high I’ll never be able to find unless I’m buried inside of her body, hearing her moans, tasting her pleasure.
I hold her hip with my spare hand, my other still at her ass, fucking her virgin flesh with my finger whilst my cock pounds into her body relentlessly. The carpet burns against my knees, my fingers tightening as she draws out the pleasure.
“Oh, God,” she cries, “fuck.”
“Not God, little bird,” I pull from her ass and lean forward, licking my way up her spine, tasting the salt on her skin, as I continue to roll my hips, pushing into her hard but slow, “But your very own fucking devil.”
“Lex,” She cries, “Please!”
“For you, little bird, anything,” I straighten, tuck one hand around her hips to pinch her clit roughly between my fingers and then fuck her hard and fast, slamming into her again and again. She screams my name over and over as we both tumble over that edge, disappearing into the abyss of our own making.