08/29/2022
"I didnβt mean to arch my back to try and wiggle out from beneath him, but I somehow managed it anyway. My armored chest against his, I was acutely aware of my breasts pressed against the metal. Of my racing heart, of our rough breath mixing, of his lips so close all I had to do was turn my head just the slightest to brush them with mine.
It was a part of my incessant rageβthis unknowing, craving desire he brought out in me. It was only made worse by our closeness, by this stupidly intimate moment that shouldnβt have been anything at all. By everything else plaguing me, and knowing those things were far more important than what was transpiring between us now.
His grip on my wrists tightening, he leaned down slowly, his voice rough in my ear, βYou canβt pretend you donβt feelββ
βDonβt you dare say itββ
βYouβre lying to yourself if you tell me you donβt feel something for me.β He lifted his head, though not nearly as much as he should have. His nose next to mine, he continued, βI felt it the moment we met, and I know you didββ
βIβve never felt anything for you,β I fibbed through gritted teeth.
βYouβre a terrible liar, Wren Eques,β he answered softly, his voice low, coarseβoh so needy."
This happens to be one of my favorite scenes in Wren's story...just saying. Teaser for Episode Three | At the Gates.
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