Chapter 4 Chapter 4

Their tongues tangled, hot and insistent. His hands moved over her with a patience that felt almost cruel, tracing the lines of her body as if he were learning every place that made her shiver. The kiss was rough, claiming, yet the way his palms smoothed down her sides remained surprisingly controlled—as though he knew exactly how untried she still was.

He himself was shocked for how..he could loose his composure then to a stranger he had only met today.

But his instincts were screaming want and beast was screaming for release ..he was like a starved animal and she was his only salvation.

He broke the kiss only to drag his mouth along the shell of her ear. One hand slipped lower, fingers spreading across her ribs before closing firmly over the soft swell of her breast. Wren tensed at the unfamiliar pressure. Before she could protest, he seized the thin fabric covering her and tore it cleanly apart.

Cool air kissed her bare skin. Her small breasts rose and fell quickly, pink nipples already tight. He stared down at them for a long moment, then gave a low, shameless laugh.

"Look at these," he murmured, cupping both in his large hands. "So small they disappear in my palms… yet already this stiff for me. Perfect little things to suck on."

Though wren has been trained to be obedient. She has never been a stranger to the palace gossip about men.

But this one made her question the stories she had heard and the secret books hidden under her closet.

He squeezed and rolled the sensitive peaks between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to draw a startled gasp from her. Then his mouth found the side of her throat, teeth scraping lightly over her racing pulse while he continued to play with her breasts without mercy.

"Your heart's beating so fast," he whispered against her skin. "Is it fear… or is your body already starting to want more?"

Wren's fingers dug into the hard muscle of his shoulders. Strange sparks of sensation flickered through her with every tug and stroke of his hands. She tried to keep still, but her body betrayed her—shoulders trembling, breath coming shorter.

When he focused only on her left breast, leaving the other aching and neglected, a soft, confused sound escaped her.

"Why… only that one…?"

"Because I enjoy watching you get impatient." His voice was pure wicked amusement. "Don't worry. I'll make the other one just as red and sore in a minute. These nipples of yours look even prettier when they're swollen from my mouth."

He proved it a moment later, sealing his lips around the neglected peak and sucking hard enough to leave a deep flush behind. The wet sounds of his mouth filled the quiet room. He held her firmly at the small of her back so she could not pull away, tongue circling, teeth grazing, while his free hand kept tormenting the other breast without pause.

Heat began to gather low in her belly. Wren pressed her thighs together in an instinctive attempt to hide the unfamiliar throbbing. Instantly his hand was there, forcing her legs apart again.

"No closing them," he ordered, voice low and absolute. "I want this open. I want to feel how wet you're getting for me."

" yo...you... what are ...ahhh you saying?"

A small, shocked moan slipped out before she could stop it. Mortified, she bit her lip. His eyes—gold and silver in the candlelight—never left her face as he watched every flicker of new sensation cross it.

His palm pressed firmly over the thin cloth still covering her most private place. Wren's body tried to twist away, but he held her hips still and began to stroke her through the fabric in slow, deliberate circles.

Pleasure sparked sharp and sudden, making her thighs jump.

"Sensitive already," he said, almost pleased. "Have you ever touched yourself here, Wren? Have you ever slid your own fingers between these soft folds and made yourself come?"

The blunt question stole the air from her lungs. She could only shake her head, cheeks burning.

"Pity." His smile was pure sin. "Then I'll be the first to teach this pretty cunt what it likes. Don't look so scandalized. Your body is already answering for you."

He pushed the damp cloth aside without further warning. Cool air touched her bare flesh for a heartbeat before a thick finger pressed against her entrance and sank inside in one steady thrust.

"Ah—!"

Wren's hips jerked back on pure instinct. He simply tightened his hold and drove the finger deeper until his palm was flush against her.

"Easy," he murmured, though there was nothing gentle in the way he began to move. "You're soaking wet already. Feel how easily I'm sliding in? Your cunt is greedy for this."

Wet sounds rose between them as he worked the single finger in and out, curling it against a place that made her vision blur. When she tried to speak—some breathless plea for him to slow down—he only added a second finger, stretching her further.

"That's it… take it. Listen to how wet you are. This tight little hole is going to feel so good around my cock later."

Wren's head fell back. Soft, broken sounds kept escaping no matter how hard she tried to silence them. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the overwhelming rush of sensation. He noticed at once, brushing one away with his thumb while his fingers continued their relentless rhythm inside her.

"Crying already?" His voice was low, almost tender, yet thick with dark satisfaction. "I've only got two fingers in you. By the time I'm done tonight you'll be shaking and begging me not to stop—cunt dripping, thighs trembling, and still asking for more."

He leaned down, lips brushing her ear as he curled his fingers hard against that sensitive spot again.

"And I'm going to give it to you. You've been such a bad girl .

Every filthy, shameless thing you never knew you wanted."