Chapter 31
Wren
Promises.
Blake had rained them over my ears countless times—and that boy delivered. I hadn’t even come around his perfect d**k, and I’d never been so overwhelmed with delicious feels.
He’d thrust in with one steady shove, filling me to the point I ached, the stretch around his girth creating a sweet sting I would remember for days. The slow roll of his hips, the gentle lashes of his tongue over mine sent me higher than I’d ever been with a guy before.
It was like our bodies spoke to each other, moving in perfect time without effort. Fluid grace. Waves steadily reaching for shore.
A connection I’d feared from the start seemed to wrap me up in a tight cocoon, offering life, emotional substance, to my touch-starved body. To my empty, lonely spirit that had gone without
