Amélie

AMéLIE

I led Wren up the steep stairs. Four floors, each with two sets of stairs, seemingly steeper the higher we climbed. Even with my daily regime of intensive exercise as a trapeze artist, I felt the burn in my thighs. Hopefully, though, this would all be worth it.

Finally, we reached the door, slightly chipped, with peeling pale blue paint. It was exactly as it had looked in the photos, and I relaxed slightly as I inserted the key into the lock. Swinging the door open, I gestured for Wren to go ahead of me.

"What is this place?" she murmured, her pretty eyes wide and curious as she stepped inside. So beautiful. Once again, I pushed down the urge to press my lips to hers, instead, entering the flat behind her and closing the door.

"This is ours for tonight. I thought we both needed to get away. Somewhere different and new. A place without any memories," I admitted, taking in the tiny studio flat. If the photos had been correct...

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Sheer curtains covered a set of doors, glass panes encased in white painted wood. Pushing the curtains aside, I opened the doors to the night breeze.

Wren's jaw dropped as she took in the sight before us. The flat was the highest in a series of Victorian buildings along the seafront. Beyond the buildings there was a road, and across the road was the sea. Out here, late in the evening, it was quiet enough to hear the waves lapping at the pebbly shore. Strings of lights between ornate black lamp posts illuminated the seafront, and to the left, the glittering, colourful lights of the pier lit up the night sky and the waves beneath the wooden supports.

She leaned back incrementally, and I took it as my cue to slide my arm around her waist, over the top of her hoodie. As she relaxed into me with a tiny sigh, some of my tension drained away. After the things she'd confided earlier, I wasn't sure how welcome my touch would be. She'd never shied away from me before, but there was no way on earth that I'd risk making her feel uncomfortable, or even worse, bringing back memories of that monster.

And yes, he was a monster. If they knew what we did, people would probably call us monsters because we ended lives, but I truly believed in what we stood for. I'd been exposed to some of the worst examples of humanity in my life in the cirque. We meted out justice for those who never got a chance to speak out. For those who knew the monsters in their towns, in their homes—those evil, twisted people who lived to ruin and destroy. Monsters who slipped through the system, who avoided the traditional routes of justice.

This man...no, not a man. This devil in human skin had hurt Wren over and over, and he needed to face the consequences of his actions.

But it would be up to Wren.

"?" Her voice was so fucking soft, and it sent a delicious shiver through my body.

"Mmm?"

"Thank you. I don't know how you knew what I needed, when I didn't even know myself. This is...this is perfect."

"Anything for you," I murmured, giving in and lowering my head, running the tip of my nose up the side of her head, breathing in her sweet scent.

She trembled against me, turning her head, and our eyes met. Her lashes fluttered, her soft lips parting, and I leaned in, closing the final distance between us. When her lips touched mine, my stomach flipped again. Sliding my mouth over hers, I wrapped my other arm around her. She responded by turning in my arms, opening her mouth to me, her tongue tentatively sliding against mine.

How could a simple kiss make me feel so much?

No. There was nothing simple about this kiss.

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"Mmm. Wren. Fuck," I gasped, letting her push me back against the wall, our kiss turning deeper, more passionate.

I edged my leg between hers, and she moaned, grinding down on my thigh. I was so fucking wet, so turned on from having this girl in my arms, right where I wanted her. She was delicious, addictive, and against all odds, it seemed like she wanted me back.

My mouth went to her throat, and she gasped, tipping her head back, letting me get my lips on her soft skin. "I didn't know it could be like this," she panted, grinding down harder. "This is...you are?—"

Without any warning, she broke off and released her grip on me, only to yank me into her, rubbing her own thigh against my aching core. It felt so fucking good. The need to mark her pretty skin burned through me, and I couldn't wait any longer. I moaned at the delicious friction, kissing down her throat, and then sucking, branding her with my mark.

Her hand slid down my back to my ass, cupping it through the fabric of my jeans, and she squeezed softly. I could feel her hands shaking, and I lifted my head to meet her glassy gaze.

"Hey. Are you okay? Is this okay? We don't have to..."

Shaking her head violently, she placed her finger to my lips. "It's not that. I just...I don't have much experience." Exhaling a deep, shuddering breath, her gaze dropped to the floor. "Not much good experience. No. I'm sorry. I refuse to count that. It doesn't count, not one bit. I don't have much experience at all, and I think I need…maybe I…" Her words faded away, accompanied by a helpless shrug.

Wren . My heart twisted, and I wanted to hurt anyone who had dared to lay a finger on this beautiful girl, who had such a soft heart, even after everything she'd been through.

"How about we concentrate on making you feel good, hmm? No pressure." I cupped her jaw. "And if you aren't feeling comfortable or you want to stop, all you need to do is tell me and we can stop straight away. No questions asked. I promise you, I'm happy just being here with you. No matter what we do or don't do, okay? Your happiness is the only thing that matters to me."

Her eyes filled with tears that she blinked away. "You're amazing," she whispered, brushing a kiss over my lips. "I can't believe you...you want this."

"How could I not want this? Want you?" Pressing one last kiss to her mouth, I turned her around in my arms. "Let me make you feel good. Hold on to the railing."

She did as I asked, curving her hands around the iron. I pressed up against her back, sweeping her hair away from her neck so I had access to her skin. It was too cold out here to remove our clothes, as much as I wanted to see her naked, and I had a feeling that keeping our clothes on would help her stay more comfortable, anyway.

Kissing down the side of her throat again, I slipped one of my hands under her hoodie and cami top, my fingers coming into contact with the soft, warm skin of her stomach. She whimpered, her head falling back to my shoulder, and I continued to kiss her as I stroked up her torso, stopping just beneath the swell of her breasts.

"Okay?"

"Mmm. More," she said, her voice breathy. She pushed back against me, her ass rubbing against me. I spread my legs a little, teasing myself with the barest amount of friction, but my own pleasure was at the back of my mind. I needed Wren to feel good. To feel her fall apart around me.

"More, hmmm?" I trailed my nose up the side of her throat as I stroked my thumb over the underside of her breast. She hadn't bothered with a bra—her pretty little tits didn't need one for the most part, and I'd never been gladder of that fact as I was right then.

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The way she breathed my name was so sexy. I could feel my wetness soaking through my underwear, this girl turning me on beyond reason, but I somehow held onto my composure. I slipped my other hand under her clothes, stroking up her body, and then I cupped her breasts in my palms.

She moaned, arching up into my touch.

"You like that?"

"More."

I gave her more, sweeping my hands over her soft flesh, feeling her nipples pebbling beneath my touch. I circled her nipples with my fingers, gently teasing at them until they were hardened points, and she was gasping at the sensations. When she was writhing against me, I trailed my fingers higher, dancing across her collarbone as my mouth went to her ear, nipping at the shell.

"Do you want more?" My voice came out breathless.

In response, she moaned, lifting one arm from the railing to curve around my neck, stroking through my hair. Smiling against her skin, I lowered my hands to the waistband of her leggings. She moaned again, pressing into me, and I took that as my cue, sliding one of my hands down inside her leggings, over the top of her underwear. I stopped just above her clit, pressing down lightly, moaning as she arched against me, her grip tightening in my hair. Her legs widened, andI slid my hand lower, skimming over her clit, and then dipping down between her legs. I bit down on my lip, stifling my own moan. Fuck, it was instantly clear that she was soaked, so wet and ready for me.

I traced my fingers over her pussy in a light, teasing touch. My movements were a little restricted because of her leggings, but she didn't seem to care, breathy moans and pants falling from her lips as she angled her hips upwards into my touch. Rather than tease her further, I dipped my hand inside her underwear, easing beneath the dampened fabric to touch her deliciously wet pussy. We both moaned as I eased a finger inside her, everything so soft and tight and hot.

"More," she rasped, and I slid another finger in alongside the first, pressing the heel of my hand down for extra friction against her clit as I slowly moved my fingers in and out of her. Fuck, I wanted to get my mouth on her, but now wasn't the time. My free hand went back to her breasts, cupping and stroking and teasing as I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her. Her moans turned into gasps, her entire body tensing, and then she shattered, shuddering against me, her pussy clamping down on my fingers as her orgasm overtook her. When she came down, her hand falling from my hair and her body going lax against mine, I curved my arm around her waist to support her, easing my hand out of her underwear.

"So gorgeous," I murmured, lifting my fingers to my lips, tasting her for the first time. Her head rolled to the side, her pupils blown as she stared at me, her gaze tracking my fingers as I slid my tongue over them.

"I want you to feel good." She moved into an upright position with an effort, steadying herself against the railing.

There was still a hesitance in her voice, and I made a decision.

"I've got an idea. Come inside."

We made our way back into the tiny flat. As we walked, I lifted my hoodie over my head, dropping it to the floor. Next to go was my cami top. Finally, I peeled down my leggings, kicking them off along with my shoes as I came to a stop at the edge of the bed.Throwing my socks to the floor, I straightened up, clad in just my underwear—a pale blue satin bra and matching thong.

I turned to face Wren, watching as her darkened, lustful gaze raked over me.

Beautiful , she mouthed. As she continued to watch me, I fell back onto the bed, backing up until I was reclined against the pillows, leaving her standing at the edge of the bed.

My entire body was oversensitive, on edge from Wren's proximity, from the feel of her falling apart against me, from just looking at her beauty. It wouldn't take much for me to come, but one thing I was good at after years in the cirque was putting on a show.

And I would put on a show now. For her.

Slowly, I spread my legs, running my hands up my thighs. Glancing down, I saw the dark patch on my underwear that gave away just how turned on I was. Wren's gaze was fixed on the same place, her mouth forming an O as she stared down at the evidence of my arousal.

My own mouth fell open when she tugged off her hoodie, leaving her in her leggings and cami top. She shot me what was clearly a shy look from beneath her lashes. How could she be shy when she was so undeniably beautiful? When the effect she had on me was so obvious?

I beckoned her towards me, and she sank down onto the edge of the bed, her gaze never leaving mine.

"I want to see you," she whispered, and that was enough for me. I reached behind my back, undoing my bra and throwing it aside, baring my breasts to her gaze. She gave another one of those sexy little moans, tilting forwards on the bed, resting her hands either side of my ankles.

Pulling up my legs, I let them fall even further apart. She gasped, and I smiled. Tracing my fingers over my hardened nipples, I held eye contact, watching as her gaze darkened even further. I slid my palms across my skin and then cupped my breasts, full and heavy in my hands. I played with them for a while, slow and teasing, getting both me and her even more worked up, until I couldn't wait any longer to touch myself properly.

But I still wanted to tease.

Sliding my hand down my body, I stopped at the top of my underwear, and then eased my fingers inside. As soon as I touched my clit, I moaned. It felt so fucking good after being on edge for so long. Wren watched me with her lips parted, her fingers tightly curling around the bed sheets. I wasn't sure if she knew the effect she had on me, but no one had ever affected me the way she did.

"Do you want me to…"

Her voice was low and throaty and so fucking sexy, but I shook my head, not wanting to push her before she was ready. It was important to me that she took the time to go at her own pace, giving full and enthusiastic consent without getting caught up in the heat of the moment, and I would give her as long as she needed. There would be no pressure from me. Not ever.

"Next time, perhaps." I moved my hand lower.

"I want to see you. All of you." Shifting forwards, she ran a hand over my foot and up my leg, stopping just beneath my knee. Taking my cue, I ridded myself of my underwear, leaving me fully bared to her. I spread my legs even wider as I began to slide my fingers in and out of my aching pussy.

"I can't believe this is happening," she murmured, moving even closer, and fuck, the way she was looking at me, so hungry…

I came, her name falling from my lips, my orgasm soaking my fingers as my body arched up off the bed, my toes curling into the sheets. Wren shot forwards, kissing me desperately, and then she grabbed my wrist, bringing my hand to her lips, tasting me.

"You're so—" She broke off on a moan. "Fuck."

"You liked that?" I said breathlessly.

"Mmm. So much." A smile curved over her lips. "Want to watch me now?"

My jaw dropped.

"Yes. Yes, please ."