Wren

He enters me slowly with gentle thrusts until he's seated deep, groaning as he tips his head into my neck. My fingernails dig into his biceps as I hold onto him, the pleasure exploding through me at such an intimate touch.

"You feel that, baby girl?" He murmurs in my ear. "You were made for me." He says and I take a deep breath, biting back tears. I refuse to cry as his words soothe the parts of me that he broke.

"Move, Hux." I plead, pushing up against him. He chuckles before his mouth descends on my neck, sucking his way up as he pulls out and thrusts back in. I cry out at the sensation, my arms wrapping around his neck as I cling to him.

"Wrap those pretty legs around me. Let me deeper." He commands and I follow instantly, linking my ankles behind his back. The new angle lets him in further, reaching a delicious place that has me seeing stars.

"Holy fuck." I mutter and I feel his heavy breathing against my neck. He sits up to kiss me, his tongue twirling with mine as he thrusts inside me, picking up speed and intensity.

The room seems to heat and I feel a layer of sweat on my body. Huxley pushes up on his hands, barreling into me and the sounds of our bodies colliding has me panting. It's so different from the last time. He was so slow, gentle. But now he owns my body, knowing it better than even I do. He leans down to capture my nipple in his mouth, sucking gently before trailing his tongue over the pointed tip, I groan at the feeling, pushing up further to give him better access. My arms wrap around his back and I rake my fingernails down the hardened planes. He moans onto my skin, the vibrations sending a fresh wave of arousal to drown his cock.

He lets go of my nipple and flattens himself on top of me until all I can feel, see and smell is him. He consumes me, one snap of his hips at a time. His lips go back to my neck and I feel gentle kisses up and down my sweaty skin.

"That's my sweet girl. You take me so well. You're perfection, baby. Absolute perfection." He whispers deviously in my ear. I whimper at his words, pushing my hips up to meet his thrusts. He sucks the skin of my neck firmly before biting down on me. I realize he's trying to mark my flesh. To remind me he was here. Part of me is thrilled by it, the part of me that's currently in control. I feel my orgasm begin to stir, my body becoming dazed and my mind floating.

"Huxley..." I whimper and he shooshes me gently.

"I know what you need, little bird. You're gonna be a good girl and scream for me. I want to hear you when you come for me." He demands and I nod silently, my eyes pinching closed as my body ratchets higher, closer to the release I've been chasing. His hand snakes between us, the pad of his thumb rubs my clit furiously. It's the last thing I need to push me over the edge.

My whole body stills and I forget how to breathe as a mind numbing orgasm rushes through me. My arms and legs tighten around Huxley as he continues to pump into me, prolonging my orgasm.

"Scream, baby." He murmurs and I do, yelling his name before my body relaxes and I begin to breathe.

"Such a good girl." He murmurs against my heated skin, skating his lips across me to the other side of my neck. He stills inside of me as he kisses me, sucking in and biting again as he marks both sides of me. I'm too tired to care, my body melting into the mattress and my eyes fluttering closed. He pulls back to look at me and a low laugh rumbles through his chest.

"Not yet. We're not done." He says humor lacing his tone. My eyes spring open in shock as my mouth gapes. I shake my head, pushing him gently away.

"I can't come like that again, Hux." I say and his laughter grows louder.

"Yes you can. Don't worry. I'll take care of you." He says, pulling out of me gently. I look down to see him still rock hard, no evidence of his own release slips from me and I realize he's entirely serious.

"On your hands and knees, baby girl." He says with a wicked smile that has my body heating again.

He grips my waist and flips me onto my stomach, sitting back as I position myself as he requested.

"Holy shit, Wren. These shoes are sexy as fuck." His awe infused voice floats over me and I look back at him, giving him a cocky smirk.

"Just remember that I didn't wear them for you while you fuck me." I say and his eyes narrow as his hand comes out to swat my ass, the sound ringing through the air. I gape at him in shock, but he just gives me a dark smile in return.

"Stick that ass up. Show me what's mine." He orders. My heart patters heavily in my chest as I do what he says, arching my back and swaying my ass in the air. I can feel his heated eyes on me as he lets out a low rumble of approval.

"You're gorgeous. So perfect." He mutters as he positions himself between my legs, nudging me wider as he runs the tip of his dick through my slit, gathering my wetness and teasing my entrance. I groan, my head tilting forward and my eyes closing as I soak in every feeling.

He enters me slowly again, somehow making me feel fuller at this angle. He pushes in until he's sheathed entirely by my body before he reaches down to grab my shoulders. He uses his grip to arch my back, pushing in even further and staying still for a moment. He grinds his hips against me shooting off sparks of pleasure through me. I groan a low, throaty sound that seems to please him because he pulls out before slamming back in, my entire body shaking with the force. He grunts and does it again. I watch as my breasts sway with every punishing entry.

He moves his hands to my waist, increasing his speed. I tighten my grip on the bed sheets to keep myself in place as he pounds into me with nothing but feral, animalistic need. His hands meander up to my chest, pulling me up until my back is flush with his front. He holds me close as I reach down to feel where he's entering me. I spread my fingers, one on either side of his cock, feeling the wetness from my arousal with every recoil of his hips. One of his hands snakes up my body, twirling and plucking at my nipple and I feel yet another orgasm begin to build.

I'm not sure if I can handle another one. I may very well pass out, but Huxley must sense my concern because he leans down close to me, whispering in my ear.

"One more, little bird. I need one more from you. Let me hear it."

His words stoke the embers of desire that had been simmering before, the oxygen they needed to burn bright inside of me again. I try to breathe as I fold my arms up and behind me, wrapping them around his neck as I hold on for his delicious punishment. Because there is no doubt he's punishing me in the best way. I know for certain that I will ache tomorrow. Every time I move I will be reminded that he was inside of me.

His hand leaves my breast, skimming down my belly until he reaches my clit. He rubs it a few times in delicate circles before he takes it between two fingers, pinching gently and twisting carefully. The sudden movement makes me shatter, my pussy clenching down on him nearing the point of pain.

"Huxley!" I scream and I feel rather than hear his groan.

"Good girl. Just like that." He murmurs. I scream his name one last time as the last ounce of pleasure is wrung from me.

He snaps his hips one more time, thrusting as deep within me as he can go before stilling. His warmth coats me, making me feel impossibly fuller. I take a few deep breaths before collapsing onto the bed, laying on my stomach as he pulls himself from me gently. I grimace slightly at the already forming ache. I feel Huxley land beside me, his hand rubbing up and down my back in a gentle massage. He leans over to kiss my temple before murmuring against my ear.

"Stay just like this. I'll be right back." I don't respond to him, closing my eyes as exhaustion sets in.

He comes back moments later with a warm washcloth and cleans me tenderly, using a second one to wipe the sweat from my face and back. I hum in pleasure at the feeling and he chuckles quietly. After he's satisfied, he climbs into bed next to me, pulling me into his chest. I nuzzle my face against him, allowing myself this moment to simply enjoy his closeness. He lets out a heavy breath, kissing my forehead as I allow my body to relax against him. His hand comes up to run through my hair and I let out a contented sigh.

"We'll talk in the morning." He says firmly, but I don't respond as I wait for him to fall asleep.