Chapter 13: Afanasy

She'd been avoiding my eyes since we stepped inside, a faint grin playing on her lips, her cheeks flushing every now and then.

This was her first time in my room, and I'd caught her discreetly drinking in the opulent setting: plush sofas and state-of-the-art furniture strategically arranged to maximize the space.

I still couldn't fathom the stunt she'd pulled back at the church. Rejecting her father the way that she had was both surprising and hot at the same time. I didn't see that coming—never would've guessed that.

The blank expression on her face and the firmness of her voice were all testaments to the feeling she'd bottled up for a long time. Wren had obviously had enough of the man she called father, and choosing me over him was a clear indication that he'd lost his position in her life.

I sat on a sofa, a subtle smile spreading across my face as I watched her step out of the wardrobe with a white towel around her.

“I…I'd like to take a shower,” she said, barely able to hold my gaze. Her voice was a mere whisper.

“Sure. Have at it,” I replied, my eyes fixed on her.

She lowered her head, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly as she pushed her hair behind her ear. With slow steps, she glided past me, heading for the bathroom.

My gaze lingered, tailing her until she went in and shut the door behind her, leaving me in the company of her sweet scent. My lips curled into a smile, and a small scoff escaped me as I swiped a palm over my mouth, imagining how this night would end.

One thing was certain: I was going to have a great time with my virgin bride.

Fuck.

My cock swelled within my pants at the thought of having her to myself. I'd wanted to take her innocence since the day I discovered how pure she was.

I yearned to explore that amazing body of hers—to possess her every curve, claim every inch as my own. I longed to introduce her to unimaginable pleasure, the kind that would make her moan my name.

Rising to my feet, I headed to the wardrobe and shed my clothes before slipping into a white robe. I could hear the sound of running water and was tempted to join her in the shower, but I'd wait. For now, at least. I reveled in the idea that henceforth, I'd have her in my bed every night, and that turned me on.

After a while, she was done.

The bathroom door creaked open, and she stepped out, glistening with dewy moisture, radiant and refreshed. Her beauty shone like polished marble, her hair dripping wet and cascading down her back, framing her baby face.

Her eyelashes sparkled with water droplets as she met my gaze. The towel wrapped snugly around her and hugged her hips, her soft, damp skin peeking out from beneath the edge.

As she drew nearer, the air was filled with the scent of soap and shampoo, her gentle steps graceful against the floor.

My breath hitched in my throat, leaving me speechless for a moment. My eyes darted across her gorgeous figure. My gaze drifted to her thighs—smooth, creamy, and toned—where the towel's edge tantalizingly slipped.

I tried to tear my gaze away, but her alluring legs had me mesmerized, unable to look away as those thighs teased my imagination. I was glued, held captive for a moment by the promise of the gem between her legs.

“My eyes are up here, you know,” she said, her voice a soft purr, dancing between teasing and flirtatious.

“Ohh, trust me, it's not the eyes I'm looking at,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I returned my gaze to her face.

She giggled, her eyes sparkling with mirth, her lips curling into a playful grin.

My God! She was so beautiful.

Silence fell between us for a while, each one staring at the other with a soft expression.

I was tempted to take her right there, but I still reeked of sweat. It had been a pretty long day for the both of us. She'd freshened up and smelled nice; it was only fair that I did the same. Besides, I'd waited all this time. A couple of more minutes wouldn't hurt anyone.

“Make yourself comfortable,” I said, walking past her. “I'll be out before you know it.” A sly smirk hinted at the illicit thoughts running through my mind as I glided over to the bathroom.

I stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading down my body, slowly easing me of this sexual flame she'd ignited in me. In no time, I was in control of my emotions—my thoughts—but my cock, for some reason, was still hard as a rock.

Once done, I wiped my moist body, slipped back into my robe, and stepped out to find her sitting on the bed.

Her head was slightly bowed, her left foot tapping on the rug beneath her as she absentmindedly chewed on her nails. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't hear me walk up to her.

I towered over her, arms across my chest, wondering what exactly was going through her mind. I stood sentinel by her side for an awfully long ten seconds, and she still didn’t notice me.

Conspicuously, I cleared my throat, my sudden action startling her a bit. Her body jerked, and her head raised to look at me, anxiety flickering in her eyes.

She was nervous. I could tell.

I drew a deep breath. “Relax. There's no need to be afraid.” My lips twitched at the corners.

“I…I'm not afraid,” she stuttered without breaking eye contact.

My brows arched at her effort to mask her tension and act confident.

“I don't doubt that.” I uncrossed my arms, a sly grin spreading across my face. “I mean, you weren't afraid of your father when you stood up to him.”

“I've never been afraid of him. It's just….” She paused, as though collecting her thoughts, but they remained unspoken.

As the silence between us stretched, I couldn't help but sense the unease oozing from her, like there was more she wanted to let out but didn't know how.

“Just what?” I asked, my tone laced with a subtle hint of concern.

She looked at me, her eyes clouding like a storm was brewing in their depths. “It's…it's complicated.” Her voice cracked, emotions straining to break free.

“Well…” I began, sitting by her side, “I say we uncomplicate it, then.”

A faint smile broke out on her lips, and she let out a sigh. “My dad, he, uh…he hasn't exactly been father of the year,” she began, her words dripping with reluctance.

I watched a fleeting sadness cross her face as her shoulders slumped.

“When I was little, I had everything: a loving father and a mother that adored me.” She paused, steadying her breaths. “But everything quickly changed after my mom passed away.” Wren let out a sigh. “Let’s just say my dad hasn't been the same ever since. He shut everyone out, quit his job, and decided to find comfort at the bottom of a bottle.”

Wren's eyes misted as she spoke, her tone laced with pain and sadness.

“More than half my life, my own father has neglected me—ignored me like I never mattered to him.” She sniffed, blinking back the tears in her eyes. “He was hurting, but so was I. He loved her so much, but so did I. Yet, he chose to be selfish and drown himself in sorrow rather than take care of the one gift his wife left with him.”

I watched her lose the battle with her emotions as her voice constantly broke while she spoke, mirroring her broken heart.

My hatred for Harrison just doubled by listening to her.

My jaw tightened, eyes narrowing as a pang of irritation swelled up within me.

“What kind of father would abandon his daughter for years and only reach out when he needs help getting out of trouble?” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “That's all I am to him—his first-class ticket out of trouble—and once he has that sorted out, he just vanishes.” Wren's tone turned bitter, venomous.

My chest rose and fell, accentuating the fury coursing through my blood. I would strangle that bastard if I ever saw him again. But this wasn't about me.

She sniffled, wiping her tears. Her sobs intercepted her words, rendering her almost incoherent. “I'm just a tool he uses at his convenience.” Her voice cracked, pain and betrayal etched on her face. “I could've gone with him, but I'd rather be here with the man who found a way to save my life than leave with the one who ran away when I needed him the most.”

This confirmed that she wasn't living here under duress. It was her choice. She chose to be with me.

Harrison could never have won her back, even with the money he returned with. He'd breached the contract, and the time given to pay back what he owed was long overdue.

“If he truly cared about me, he would've showed up the moment you took me,” she added, anger flashing in her eyes.

I reached out, a hand on her face, my thumb wiping her tears. “No one…will hurt you like this ever again.” I paused, my eyes burning with fierce protectiveness, and locked on hers; I knew my gaze was filled with conviction. “I promise.”

Time stood still as we stared deeply at each other, the world around us melting away. The air was heavy with this growing tension that seemed to have stolen her breath.

Her gaze, red-rimmed from her tears only seconds ago, now sparkled with curiosity. Her pupils dilated, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

“Now what?” she muttered, her voice calm and sexy.

My eyes narrowed, a smile playing on my face as I watched her cheeks flush, her lip parting slightly as if inviting me to bridge the gap between us.

Her breathing slowed, synchronizing with mine, prompting my desire for her to surge. My skin pricked with goosebumps, watching her hand drift upward, hovering near my chest.

She never broke eye contact with me, her palm gently resting on my chest, brushing against the fabric of my robe.

I leaned in, the promise of her lips inches from mine. Her body trembled when my hand rested on her lap, slowly caressing her soft, alluring thigh. She gasped in pleasure, her breath brushing against my skin.

My lips locked with hers in a slow, passionate kiss, my tongue slipping into her mouth, but her head movement betrayed her lack of experience.

“You've never kissed before?” I asked, my eyes searching hers for honest answers.

She hesitated, still holding my gaze, before shaking her head. “You're my first.”

A scoff escaped my lips, and my brows arched in amusement, a smile spreading across my face. “Allow me to teach you,” I whispered into her ear, my hand traveling up her thigh and underneath her towel. “Repeat whatever I do.”

Her body shuddered, trembling at my gentle touch as my tongue slid back into her mouth. She did as instructed, pushing her tongue into my mouth and moving her head in sync with mine.

Wren was a quick learner, and she was catching up really fast, her body tensing with pleasure. She melted into me, surrendering to the burning desire that threatened to consume us both.

As my fingers settled on her entrance, she let out the loudest moan yet. It was soft, a little louder than the others. I sealed her lips with a more fervent kiss, my tongue traveling deeper into her mouth.

Her fingers deftly undid the knot of my robe, and she slipped her hand down to my groin, tracing my length. I released her lips and pulled back my head a notch, savoring the reaction on her face.

Her eyes widened, darting downward to see what her hand was touching. Wren's jaw dropped at the size of my organ. “Oh, my God. It's huge,” she muttered, gently stroking it.

While she was at that, her gaze flickering with wonder, her body was writhing in response to my finger working on her tight cunt.

Gently, I tugged at the folds of her towel, my fingers grazing against her skin as she continued to hold my gaze, her hand still stroking my cock. Her chest heaved with anticipation, the terry cloth fabric unraveling to reveal the delicate molds of her breasts.

Her breathing became harder to catch by the second as the fabric slid down her skin, pooling around her waist.

My eyes roamed her exposed body, drinking in this gorgeous sight. Her porcelain skin glowed with a soft radiance that seemed to simmer, inviting my touch.

It was the graceful slope of her moderately sized breasts and the subtle curves of her hips that captured my attention.

She wouldn't stop staring, her gaze lingering on my face as if searching for approval. She'd seen me fucking Veronica, whose breasts were larger than hers. It was only logical to feel less of herself at the moment, hoping that I wouldn't be disappointed.

“Beautiful,” I said, my words laced with sincerity.

Her smile broadened, cheeks turning red as the air around us vibrated with tension, heavy with the promise of intimacy.

I grabbed her breasts, squeezing softly, my lips reclaiming hers in heated passion. She lay on her back, cupping my face with her palm while I climbed on top of her, kissing and fondling her boobs.

Her head tilted, revealing her neck, her hands grasping my shoulders as I left her lips, settling them on her neck. Slowly, I grazed my cock over her cunt as she arched her back, a soft, throaty moan following.

I kissed her neck through to her chest, and I took one breast in my mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed, swooning in pleasure. As I sucked one, twirling my tongue around the nipple, I squeezed the other, my fingers tuning the nipple.

Her breathy sighs filled the air, hands rubbing over my back. The scent of her arousal invaded my senses, fueling my desire as the soft tremors of her body vibrated against mine.

I slid further down her body, my palms tracing her curves, the tip of my tongue gliding through to her swollen clit.

She jerked her body in reaction to me licking her clit, her hands reflexively flying into my hair. I grabbed both of her thighs, holding them in place as she twisted and twirled, unleashing whispers of pleasure.

Her responses fueled my passion, driving me deeper as I savored her addictive taste, relishing her sweetness. Her skin—warm, smooth, and soft—invited my exploration, her moans music to my ears.

I jerked my head to look at her, resting on her elbow, her legs wide apart in front of me. “You taste so good.” My voice was a low, husky whisper.

Her response was a smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

I buried my face back between her legs, my tongue gliding up and down her wet entrance. Wren's fingers dug into my scalp as she pushed my head further in, her sweet moans filling the air.

As I ate, I reveled in her scent, a heady mix of desire and femininity that intoxicated me. My muscles tensed at the feel of her slowly surrendering to me.

She bucked her hips, aiding me to eat her better, her hand still pushing against my head as though she couldn't get enough.

For a moment there, she went silent, producing a suppressed groan that soon erupted into a breathless gasp. She'd been holding it in, her legs trembling as well as her whole body. And upon her loud gasp, she expelled an odorless, warm juice on my face.

Trembling at the sensation jolting across her like electricity, her body fell back on the bed, breathless.

Turned on by the sight of her shaking and writhing on the sheets, I rose to my feet, shedding my robe. Swiping a palm over my mouth, I wiped her juice and climbed back on top of her.

With the tip of my cock, I teased her slippery entrance: up…down…up…down. She continued to moan, her fingers grabbing the sheets. “You like that, don't you?” I questioned, increasing the speed.

“Yes!” She arched her back, her hips swaying, seeking more contact. “It feels so good,” she whispered, swimming in ecstasy.

“I'm about to go in,” I announced, slowly rubbing the cap over her entrance.

She looked at me, desire flashing in her eyes. “Okay.” She nodded.

I positioned myself, gently pushing into her as her hand flew to her mouth like she was trying to contain the emotions threatening to explode from within.

She was so fucking tight, but her wetness was a good enough lube. Wren strained. A single vein, however discreet, lined her forehead as her breath seemed to be lodged in her throat. Her chest was heaving, her palm pressed tightly over her mouth.

Wren let out a series of husky murmurs, her eyes tightening as I penetrated her slowly expanding pussy. As gently as I pushed, even with one hundred percent caution, I still heard the faint sound of her flesh tearing.

Her grip around the sheets tightened, her body shaking as her eyes stayed shut. She took her palm off her mouth, and a groan escaped.

“Is it all in?” she whispered, her chest rising and falling.

I pushed deeper until her pussy swallowed half my cock, then I seamlessly pulled out, her tension easing as I withdrew. My eyes darted to the blood on my cock, and a smile played on my lips.

Repeating the same process, I was back inside her in no time. Her warmth enveloped me, a velvet grip that squeezed the breath from my lungs. As I slid in, her muscles rippled around me like a gentle caress, her body yielding to mine.

I lay on top of her, my body against hers, as I reclaimed her cherry lips. She accepted my tongue, twirling mine in her mouth as I gently thrust into her pussy. Her hands were all over me, her hips bucking.

She was so wet that her pussy had now swallowed the totality of my cock. I was deep inside her, penetrating her as cautiously as I could, even though all I wanted was to fuck her dirty.

“Don't hold back,” she moaned in my ear, her fingers digging into my back. “I know you don't want to.”

I looked at her, eyes squinting as if to confirm I'd heard her correctly.

“I'm yours, aren't I?” Her legs locked around my waist, teeth seductively grazing over her lower lip. “Then do whatever you want.”

Instantly, it was as though the beast in me had been awakened. A sly smirk twitched on the corners of my lips as my hand gently grabbed her neck.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mirth and her hips adjusting beneath me. Wren was ready to take me.

With my palm delicately choking her neck, I rammed her pussy vigorously, her pleasure-filled shrills vibrating through my chest. She raked her fingers along my back, her nails digging into my flesh and inflicting me with a sweet pain.

Her titties bounced back and forth to the rhythm of my moves, and soon, I grabbed them with a swift motion. I squeezed, sucked, and squeezed some more, reveling in the melodious sound of her moans.

She was writhing beneath me, her arms wrapped around my body as I kept fucking that pussy, feeling her sweaty skin against mine. I drove into her, my thrusts powerful and relentless as our bodies collided, flesh meeting flesh in a rhythmic crash.

My hips pounded against hers, our labored breaths filling the room, mixing with the scent of sweat and passion that hung heavily. I ravished her, my hunger insatiable. The harder I rammed her, the louder her moans grew, a crescendo of pleasure.

She clung to me, her legs wide apart as I plunged deeper and deeper, the bed creaking beneath our weights.

My orgasm ripped through me, prompting a primal growl, my legs trembling as I was about to explode.

Groaning, I unleashed my passion, filling her up with my essence, her warm pussy accepting every drop. Her moans sent shivers down my spine as I emptied myself deep inside her.

Spent, I collapsed on top of her, our sweaty bodies colliding with heavy breaths. “Fuck,” I panted, wiping a palm over my face, eyes fixed on this sexy woman staring back at me.

She was exhausted, her chest rising and falling with a satisfactory grin playing on her lips.

We looked at each other, amusement flickering in our eyes as though each of us had surpassed the other's expectations. She’d clearly surpassed mine.

This lovemaking had unlocked something in me, and I knew then and there that I was never going to lose this woman.

She was mine, and that fact alone brought me peace.