CHAPTER TEN

This was a kiss unlike Wren had ever imagined. The few explicit books she'd read displayed a woman taking a man's member in her mouth, but the actual act was another thing entirely.

Not unpleasant, though.

She stared up at Drake's imposing form above her. Solid slabs of muscle with a dark trail of hair leading from his chest to his cock. Neck tendons straining. Chiseled jaw clenching. His amber eyes were molten with desire, and Wren couldn't look away, melting beneath the heat.

Every fantasy she'd ever had paled in comparison to the reality of Drake's commanding presence. She wondered if he acted so deliciously dominant with past paramours then swiftly shoved the thought aside. The string of lovers before Wren didn't matter.

For the next fortnight, she would be the woman receiving his full attention.

Unless Miss Sharpe entered the room.

The head of Drake's cock bumped the back of her throat, but he didn't retreat, just paused while stroking her cheeks. A coolness was left behind with each swipe of his thumb, and Wren realized a wash of tears had slipped free as her muscles contracted around the blunt intrusion currently choking her.

"Easy, little bird. Breathe…"

Wren struggled to obey, closing her eyes to focus on slow inhales through her nose. If this was how he felt filling her mouth, how would he feel stretching her pussy? Her thighs clenched in fear and anticipation.

With another low murmur, Drake slid back until his large cockhead rested between her bruised lips, then thrust forward again, drawing a whimper from Wren.

He continued the steady pace—using her for his own pleasure as her nails dug into his thighs for purchase—until a loud groan echoed in the room and he swelled to an unfathomable size before the salty ropes of his release coated her tongue, sliding down her throat as Wren attempted to swallow every last drop.

"Fuck!" Drake jerked once, twice, then pulled free from her mouth, a string of saliva connecting them for a moment.

It was the most depraved thing she'd ever seen.

Rubbing a hand over her swollen lips, smearing the mix of their actions together, Wren peered up at Drake with a sense of satisfaction. "Did I pass inspection, my lord? Your lesson was quite thorough."

His hands gripped beneath her arms to heft her upright. He removed her spectacles, setting them aside, then proceeded to rip the buttons at the back of her dress apart. Wren jostled with the rough movements, gasping at the air that brushed the patches of skin he exposed.

"You know damn well you fucking aced it," he growled, switching to her chemise now that her poor dress lay in tatters on the floor. Perhaps the ruin of a gown should upset her, but Wren reveled in his desperate fervor.

Who knew a spinster wallflower could incite such passion?

Once fully bare for his perusal, Drake gently but firmly pushed her back until the bed caught her fall. He hooked his hands behind her knees and lifted until they were bent, her feet seeking purchase at the end of the mattress.

The bed bounced with her weight, and instinctively, Wren covered her jiggling breasts and tummy, suddenly self-conscious about the obvious differences in their bodies. Soft and hard. Hers full of rolling hills and valleys while Drake's bore a map of steep cliffs and sharp edges.

"Shall we blow out the candles?" she ventured to ask, praying complete darkness might alleviate some of her nerves.

"No." Simple. No explanation. Just a refusal of her request.

"But—"

Drake shed the rest of his clothes then climbed over her until their bodies lay aligned, his hips bracketed by her raised thighs, his semi-erect cock nestled in the folds of her pussy. "But nothing . I want to see every expression on your face as I make you scream my name. I want to see every mark left on this gorgeous body as I make you mine. Understand?"

Reluctantly lowering her hands to her sides, she nodded.

"Good girl." His praise whispered across her lips before it was buried with a kiss.

Drake's heavy weight pressed down on Wren as he consumed her—his tongue and teeth a greedy beast intent on claiming every inch of her as he freed her mouth only to bite along her jaw, neck, until the mounds of her breasts stopped his descent.

"I've been craving a taste of these cherry-red nipples since you first agreed to our arrangement," he said, lifting her breast with one hand before sucking the sensitive bud between his lips. She expected a soft warm-up to ease her into the new experience, but she should have known better.

Drake didn't believe in giving her time to acclimate. He charged ahead, tossing her into the deep end of fiery lust and lovemaking, as the suction around her nipple strengthened, causing her back to jackknife off the bed in surprise.

"Sweet like summer." He switched to her other breast. "As plump and ripe as a berry."

"Drake…" Wren wriggled beneath him, searching for relief from the tension radiating down her limbs. His big body blocked her from being able to close her legs for a semblance of respite, and the teasing slide of his cock over her clit fueled her desperation rather than appeasing it.

"Shh, little bird, I know what you need." His fingers found the throbbing button atop her sex and pinched it as Wren cried out from the mirrored actions of his mouth and fingers—milking her nipple and clit in sure motions, pulling on the strings of her desire like she was a mere marionette in Drake's expert production.

Her body writhed in sensual agony before freezing at the nudge of his cock at her entrance. A key preparing to unlock the final shackle on her virginity.

Drake tilted his head to meet her eyes, and the feral gleam in those burnished depths stole her breath away.

"I'm going to fuck you now, little bird. I'm going to stretch this tight little cunt and bury myself so deep within your hot walls that you'll feel me every time you walk tomorrow. You'll ache in this sweet pussy, and only I'll be able to ease the pain."

It happened all at once in her mind—the measured glide forward until she felt split in two by his thick cock, then the rhythmic sound of slapping flesh as he plunged inside again, again, and again .

Her release climbed. Soared. It built until she'd reached the highest of heavens.

Until it broke and Wren did as he promised: shouted his name as the brightest of pleasures blinded her, his release soon following.

Drake had warned her.

He said he'd ruin her in the best of ways.

And for the first time, she wondered what that meant for her future—a future without him.