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Her cries were becoming high-pitched. Needy. She was already ready. I growled, letting my tongue thrust deep into her as I moved one of my hands over to slowly circle her clit once more.

Wren arched off the granite, her legs dropping from the stools to clench around my head and shoulders as her hips began to roll, grinding herself against my face, mindlessly riding that orgasm that went off around my tongue a grenade, the impact sending waves through my body as she took from me what she wanted.

And I willingly gave it to her. I had to. Even as I felt her slick muscles gripping my tongue, my cock was aching in my pants. With a groan, her body began to go slack against me, and my mind was made up.

She wanted to be mine. Or thought she did.

I would claim her then, in every way I wanted. And if she could still handle that, then maybe she was meant for me.

I released her, watching her still-covered breasts heave as I used one hand to shove my stolen T-shirt up higher on her body until they were bare to me. My other hand dropped to my belt, which thankfully came off easily, and then I was taking my cock out, feeling the hot flesh burn against my palm as I stroked it once, twice, and then came hard all over my fist.

I knew she was watching; I knew she was up on her elbows staring. And I felt no shame. The orgasm overtook me, making my knees twist and neck arch as I thought about how if the girl managed to handle everything, then I would be sinking myself deep into her body tomorrow. Pumping her full of my cum. Watching it drip out. Then doing it all over again, until neither of us could move.

“Fuck,” I swore into the quiet room, my orgasm finally ebbing as I stared down at the woman I had only known a few hours. Her bright-blue eyes were dark and wide as she stared down at my cock and cum-covered hand. For a moment I wondered if I had done it, if I had scared her away.

But instead, my cock throbbed again as a bit of her pretty little tongue slipped out and wet her lips. I bit down on the moan that threatened in my throat. Instead, I raised my hand between us, eyeing it for a long, purposeful moment before lowering it to press my fingers, and the cum covering them, into her quivering pussy.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and goddammit, I could feel her pussy clench around my fingers once more.

“Mine,” I said, pumping my fingers into her once before wiping my cum across her wet skin, combining us in the most base way. After my heart rate began to slow, I stepped away, offering a hand to Wren, who took it gratefully before clambering down to stand against me once more.

“You should get some rest,” I found myself saying, watching the nervous twitches in her face as she watched me. “You have the room to yourself tonight. But if you’re still here tomorrow, it won’t matter what clothes you have on or what you say. You will be mine in every single way, princess.”

She picked up the discarded pants, slipping into them hurriedly.

“And Wren?”

She stopped in the doorway, her body straight and tense. “Yeah?”

I smiled at her. “Don’t wash me off your skin. That’s where I belong.”

To my pleasure, she blushed, ducking her head before she gave a quick nod. And then she was gone.

I closed my belt with a quick snap of my wrist. I’d been married for all of eight hours, and already I’d broken half of the rules I’d given myself.

But it felt really, really fucking good.

CHAPTER SIX

WREN

Everythinginthisroomsmelled like Loren. Even me. And as I sat up in bed, looking blearily around for my phone, which was screaming its usually morning wakeup alarm, I was having a hard time being mad about it.

I mean, the cum all over my crotch thing was definitely new. But I had found myself really enjoying the rest of this master bedroom, with its woodburning stove, double chairs, massive king bed, and a bathroom that made even my spoiled days at home pale in comparison. The man had style, but also class, and I couldn’t help but feel like I’d hit the lottery.

As far as arranged marriages go, at least. Especially after last night in the kitchen. I’d been lonely, sure, but I hadn’t expected my new husband to strip me down, eat me out, and hold himself inside me while we both panted at each other.

But now that he had, God help me, I couldn’t wait to do it again. I wasn’t a stranger to pleasure, but having it with another person, a man like Loren, it had elevated every assumption I’d ever had.

I wanted more.

I bit down on my lip, seesawing the skin there as I wondered if I would be able to wash him off me after my morning run. Then I laughed to myself, because where the hell had self-sure, confident Wren from yesterday morning go? What would Loren even do if I hadn’t done what he asked and slept with his seed marking my skin?

I didn’t think the man was dangerous. At least to anything other than my now-pulsing pussy. And maybe someday my heart. But I had a feeling that not listening to him had very real repercussions.

I just didn’t know what yet.

I stretched, climbing down from the bed and going in search of my running things. The ranch was so spread out that I imagined I wouldn’t even need to look for a road or something to make my path. In fact, it was probably an even better way to get to know the ranch.