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I began shaking my head. I didn’t want to be alone right now. Being in a strange apartment, alone, even if it was supposed to be my new home, wasn’t something I wanted to do. “Can I stay here with you instead?” I held my breath, wondering whether he would still want that.
“Thank fuck,” he breathed, kissing the top of my head. “Yeah, you can stay here. I was prepared to fight you on going to one of my apartments. Wren, baby, I fucking need you here in my bed with me.”
“I’ll stay out of your way. You won’t even know I’m here.”
His dark eyes swallowed shadows. “What’s mine is yours. If you want to fill my apartment with whatever the hell you want, go ahead.”
My smile was weak, but my heart was bursting. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you, Little Bird.” He kissed me, the slow burn turning into something more. I clung to his shoulders, but he pulled away. “You need to rest.” Reaching over, he grabbed the coffee. “Here. Drink this, and I’ll get you some toast.”
“Thank you.” I took a sip of coffee and let out a sigh. “I might take a shower first if that’s okay?”
“Of course, it’s okay.”
I slid out of bed and padded to the bathroom. I was in one of Bane’s shirts, the hem hitting me mid-thigh. I closed the door and took off the shirt, standing in front of the mirror to see how bad the damage was. I was exhausted from everything, so I hadn’t had a shower like I’d intended to last night. Both forearms were covered in waterproof dressings, the skin around the edges raw and red. I had soot on the side of my neck and some on my face that looked like it had been wiped away very quickly. The rest of my body was fine, and given what I learned about the fire, I was lucky to have survived with just some minor burns on my arms.
Starting up the shower, I got in and slowly began to wash myself, washing my hair at the same time. It smelled of smoke, and the reminder wasn’t a pleasant one. Standing under the powerful spray for a while longer, I tipped my face up and shut my eyes. The perfectly temperature-controlled surge of water pounded against my skin, washing away every last trace of the fire.
“Wren?” Bane called from the door. I turned to face him, staring at him through the glass shower door.
His molten gaze traveled down my naked body, his jaw tightening when they reached my dressings. He stepped into the room and slowly began to strip out of his sweats. His cock sprang free, bobbing as he walked. Liquid heat pooled between my thighs. I shouldn’t want him right now, not after everything my poor body had been through, but I couldn’t deny it.
Prowling forward, he stepped into the shower with me, his broad shoulders filling the space. I braced myself for the same intensity I was used to with him, so when he framed my face gently with his hands, I let out a breathy sigh. He drifted his hands down my neck, over my shoulders, brushing the underside of my breasts on his way around my ribcage. When they got to my hips, my stomach began to flutter with anticipation.
“Sit down on the bench.”
When I was in position, he dropped to his knees and spread my thighs. He stared hungrily at my pussy before his eyes roamed everywhere else. I sucked in a gasp when he leaned in and placed his mouth against my heated flesh, drawing another gasp when he parted my folds with his tongue.
Seeing this larger-than-life man between my legs and his broad shoulders pushing the limits of my flexibility did something to me on a primal level. A moan reverberated through the bathroom when he slid a finger inside me, pumping it in and out slowly. He lapped at me but never got close to the place where I wanted him. Each sweep of his tongue diverted at the last moment, each suck was not where I needed him.
Running my hands through his soaked hair, I held him in place, hoping that this time he would give me what I wanted. He slid another finger inside me, brushing against my G-spot and making my entire body quake. He continued to torture me like this for what felt like a lifetime until I was begging him for my orgasm. As soon as the word ‘please’ fell from my lips, he flicked his tongue over my clit, sending me down a spiral of pleasure that only intensified with the thrust of his fingers and the flick of his tongue. My hands tightened in his hair, making him groan as he lapped at me.
When my body finally stopped pouring pleasure into my blood, I looked at him. His mouth was curved into a small smile, one that told me just how much he liked that.
“I love your cunt.”
“I love that you love it,” I mumbled. My eyes tracked his body as he stood, his cock jutting out from his hips. It was a beautiful cock. Reaching forward, I wrapped my hand around it, tightening my grip a little when he tried to step back.
“Baby, no. You’re still recovering. I didn’t eat your irresistible pussy so I could get a blowjob.”
“I know. I want to do this.”
He seemed torn for a moment, then reclaimed the step he’d taken away. I held his gaze for a few moments, then dropped my eyes to his straining cock. Leaning forward, I ran my tongue over the head, tasting him. Bane threaded his fingers through my hair, holding me in place. I did this again and again, just a small flicker of sensation before finally sinking his shaft into my mouth.
He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Working my way back up, I hollowed out my cheeks and created the suction he needed. Placing my other hand around his cock, I pumped him while still sucking the crown, running the tip of my tongue through the slit at the top.
He hissed, a tumble of words falling from his lips that I couldn’t decipher. I was too lost in him, in his taste, in his reaction to me.
“Hands behind you, Little Bird. I want to fuck your mouth.”
A whimper escaped me, and I did as I was told. His grip on my head tightened, holding me steady as he slid his cock in and out of my mouth. He hit the back of my throat, my gag reflex kicking in. Each time I choked on his cock, he hissed out his pleasure.
“Yes, baby. Each time you choke, your throat tightens, and it feels fucking amazing.”
Tears began to leak from the corners of my eyes, a stupid side effect of the gag reflex. I hoped he didn’t stop. I didn’t want him to stop. He continued to fuck my mouth until I tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum.
“Can I come down the back of your throat?” he asked.
