Fated To Save You- By: Tina Marie

Chapter 72 - Sweet Torture

Last Updated on 2024-10-10 19:58:27

Wren’s determination burned brightly as she faced the quiet sanctuary of the bathroom. She was resolved not to let her past interfere with her intimacy with Connor. Today, she would reclaim a sense of control and closeness that she had feared she might never regain.

You can do this, she thought, taking a deep breath. Focus on Connor. Nothing else matters right now.

With renewed resolve, Wren’s fingers, damp with anticipation, traced a bold path up Connor’s chiseled abs, her touch lingering as she moved past his chest and up to his neck. Her fingers gently cupped his head, guiding it to expose his neck. Her lips, warm and soft, brushed against his skin, planting a tender kiss.

“Do you like that?” she asked softly, her voice barely a whisper.

“Mmm… yes, keep going,” Connor’s voice was thick with longing.

Encouraged by his response, Wren continued, her tongue tracing a path up the side of his neck before she began to suck and nibble gently. She left delicate, pink marks—her way of claiming him, marking him as hers alone.

Connor’s groan of pleasure was almost a growl. “Sunshine, you’re killing me.”

Wren smirked at the frustration in his voice, her heart fluttering at the control she felt. “You said to do what I want. Are you taking back your words?”

“No… continue,” Connor urged, his voice a mix of need and desperation.

Wren’s smile widened at his obvious struggle. Part of her was pleased by his discomfort, while another part felt a pang of sympathy. “Will you do whatever I tell you?” she asked, her voice playful yet firm.

Connor’s curiosity was piqued. “Yes, why?”

“You’ll see,” she replied, her eyes glinting mischievously. “Sit down on the bench in the shower.”

Connor complied, sitting down as Wren instructed. She could see the curiosity and anticipation in his eyes. As he settled, Wren’s fingers slid into his hair, tugging lightly to draw him closer to her.

“Lick,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Connor blinked, momentarily stunned. “Huh?”

“I said lick my—” Wren’s eyes darkened with intent, “—nipples. Don’t stop until I tell you.”

Connor’s initial surprise was quickly replaced by eagerness. Without hesitation, he began to follow her instructions, his tongue and lips exploring with growing intensity. Wren’s moans filled the air, a sound that drove him wild. Just as he felt he might lose control, Wren gently tugged on his hair, pulling him away.

“Stand up,” she ordered.

Connor rose, his heart racing with anticipation. “Okay.”

“Put your hands behind your back and don’t move them,” Wren instructed.

Connor, intrigued by her command, complied. “Naughty kitten, I didn’t know you were this bad.”

Wren laughed softly, the sound light and teasing. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her eyes fixed on him with a playful gleam. Her tongue darted out, swirling around the tip of his manhood, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Connor.

“Oh… oh… naughty kitten. I didn’t think…” Connor’s voice trailed off as pleasure overtook him.

Wren continued, her mouth taking him fully, the sensation causing Connor to lose himself in the moment. His body tensed and convulsed as he neared release.

“Kitten… kitten… I’m going to c—”

Wren paused, looking up at him with innocent eyes. “Oh, I see.”

“Are you okay with that?” Connor’s voice was strained but hopeful.

“Yes, I’m okay. So just enjoy it,” she said, her tone firm yet soothing.

Connor’s pleasure intensified, his hands gripping the bench as he neared the edge. “Kitten, do you think I could put my fingers in your hair?”

Wren hesitated for a moment, memories of him gently washing her hair with lavender soap surfacing. A smile spread across her face. “Yes, you can.”

Connor’s fingers laced through her hair, his touch gentle yet possessive. He guided her movements, his pleasure mounting with every stroke.

After what felt like an eternity of bliss, Connor’s voice broke into a loud moan. “Ahhh… ahhh… Kitten, I’m c—”

Connor’s release was intense, his body trembling as he looked down at Wren, her lips swollen and pink from the effort. She pulled away, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.

“You are sexy as hell right now,” Connor breathed.

Wren’s playful smile returned. “Am I?”

“Come here,” Connor said, his voice filled with desire.

He pulled her up to stand in front of him, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Wren pulled back, a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

“Connor… I just did that. It’s not clean to kiss me,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

“I don’t care. Nothing about you or what we do is dirty,” Connor insisted.

“Did you like it?” Wren asked, her eyes searching his.

“Yes, Kitten… I loved it,” Connor admitted, his voice filled with emotion.

Wren felt a pang of guilt for the last time, her heart aching with the desire to make things right. “I felt bad about last time and wanted to make it up to you.”

Connor was overwhelmed with love and gratitude. “What will I do with you?”

Wren’s curiosity was piqued. “What do you mean?”

“I should be worried about you, but you’re worried about me. Thank you,” Connor said, his voice soft with appreciation.

Wren hugged him tightly, feeling a deep sense of peace. This man, her Connor, was hers. She marveled at her own luck in finding him. “Why didn’t I find you first?”

“I wish that too,” Connor said, his hand stroking her hair tenderly. “But I’m glad I have you now.”

Suddenly, a shriek escaped Wren’s lips as cold water poured down from the shower-head. Connor laughed as he quickly turned off the water and grabbed some towels.

“Come here,” he said, his voice full of warmth and affection.

The moment of playful intimacy had brought them even closer, their bond stronger and their hearts fuller.

« Previous: Chapter 71 Next: Chapter 73 »

Dramazen

Fated To Save You- By: Tina Marie

Chapter 72 - Sweet Torture

Other Chapters

Characters