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...
"There is a beast; Present inside me Craving you so badly
I want to stir; A wild storm Surging from your core
I want to lick; The slow heat Tickling down your thighs
I want to kiss; The soft tremor Building on your knees
I want to catch; The shuddering sweetness Wringing off your toes."
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I pulled my forehead away from Renna's, a faint sheen of exertion spanning apart between us. My fingers dug into the warm give of her thigh, feeling every quake tearing through her frame.
The candle flames slithered igneous veins across her body, snagging on those pale blue eyes I'd trade my whole future for just to drown into forever. Her irises were shifting from icy shards into blistering azure, as if the bottom of the ocean just caught fire and decided to burn just for me.
I hauled my hand higher, until I was cupping that tiny scrap of lace that was barely holding on. The heat radiating out of her was like she'd been baking in this for hours, maybe years. My fingertips were already glazed with how badly she wanted me there.
"Renna," I murmured against her ear, giving the soft edge a playful nip. "You're flooding your knickers, sweetheart. How long you been walking around like this? All day with your pussy this messy, waiting for me to finally do something about it?"
She let out this shaky laugh mixed with a whine. "Aadam—stop being a jerk—"
"A jerk?" I grinned, pressing the heel of my hand down firmer, starting languid grinds right over her trapped knot of nerves. "I'm being sweet as fuck. You're the one trying to drench my hand before I even get to slide anything inside you."
Her eyes blew wide, darkness devouring the the silvery rim. I lived for that exact face—the way her lashes fluttered, the way her cheeks flushed all the way down her chest, the little tremble in her bottom lip.
One hand on her cunt and this girl's already losing language. I can't wait to see what she'll look like when I carve her open.
I kept the pressure easy, dragging the heel of my palm in unhurried figure-eights, feeling her throb against me in that secret rhythm that only existed between us. Her legs tried to clamp shut around my wrist, but I nudged them wider with my knee, keeping her nice and spread for me.
"No hiding, little menace," I teased, dropping a soft kiss to her hairline. "Keep your thighs open. Let me feel every bit of how much you're dying for this."
"Aadam—please—" Her voice cracked, half-giggle, half-desperate, that perfect pout popping out like she wanted to scold me and kiss me at the same time.
