Renna Rose Lancaster never searched for love.
She stumbled into it long before she was old enough to know what to call it.
It lived inside flower crowns that barely survived a minute on his head. Pebbles he slipped into her pockets because every tre...
🎶 Good God, it's time to rain I wanted more than this But I've ended up going Crazy for you, Crazy for you
Good God, we're starting to break I say I'm more than this But I'm stuck here going Crazy for you, Crazy for you. 🎶
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The downpour was trying to flatten the city, a relentless, deafening weight that seemed determined to drown every last soul in it. Outside, the wind hacked at the masonry, bleeding a numbing chill through the window frames that turned every breath into a ghost of vapor.
The only sane response to a day like this was to stay welded to the mattress buried beneath layers of wool. Preferably, I’d do it with a living furnace of a girl tucked tight against my chest, someone who would steal my heat only to give it back tenfold.
Yesterday that girl had been Renna.
Yesterday the same storm had felt like someone else's war.
Yesterday the grey could have choked on itself for all I cared, because my entire universe had shrunk to the four corners of my bed.
Renna had blown in straight from the Liturgy, her white church dress utterly ruined by the deluge. The fabric was soaked transparent, the hem weeping onto my floorboards until she looked as though she were bleeding rainwater.
One look at the way that wet cotton clung to the curves of her hips and I knew the pristine garment wasn't going to survive the morning.
It lasted maybe five seconds on her skin before the artificial modesty of the church was stripped away.
Renna shed the fabric herself, letting it slap wet against the floorboards. Her underwear followed in a sodden heap, leaving her standing entirely naked, completely unbothered before my eyes.
Streams of rain traced glistening paths down the slope of her breasts, pooling in the shallow dip of her navel before disappearing into the bare junction between her thighs. I couldn't look away from it.
Without a word, she turned her back to me, presenting the smooth, rounded weight of her arse as she raided my wardrobe. She pulled out a black shirt of mine and slipped it over her head, the hem dropping past her knees and instantly hiding everything my body demanded to see.
That obstruction lasted even less time than the dress.
I stepped up behind her, gathering the loose fabric in my fists and pulling it tight right beneath her ribs before twisting it into a hard knot. The tight bind framed the vicious curve of her waist and the flare of her hips, stripping away everything to leave the flushed warmth of her skin and the soft, pale blonde hair of her cunt completely on display for me.
Renna crawled onto the mattress and buried herself deep into the center of the blankets. I followed her down, pulling the duvet over our heads until there was only the dark, closed-in heat of the two of us.
