Page 8 of Redbird

My spine arcs, my hips strain up.

He presses them back down, his palm right above my clit. “Stay still, redbird,” he orders.

“Yes, sir,” I gasp.

He lowers his mouth back to my nipple, curling it with the tip of his tongue. He flicks it and I moan. Then he sucks it with gentle pulses.

Heat flares between my thighs. I’m acutely aware of the emptiness like a heartbeat inside me.

I need him.

I need my husband.

I need my Sovereign.

I need him to take me here on the soft earth. Then bring me back to the house when he’s done, my palms and knees stained green. I want to fall asleep satisfied, with brambles in my hair and starlight burned into my eyes.

My knees spread. The heel of his palm slips lower to feel where I’m still wet from the last time he took me.

He strokes my pussy gently. My chest heaves. Overhead, the stars and moon are bright and blurry through my lashes.

The wanting is so strong it’s like a gravitational pull. I would say like the tide, but it never ebbs. It only flows and then flows stronger until it pulls me under.

Until I drown in him.

Without warning, he flips onto his back and drags me across his broad body to straddle his hips. My hair falls back, my fingers dig into his shirt. Between my thighs, I feel his raw power.

Desperate, I press my naked, wet pussy against the hardness under his pants and grind.

But he stops me. Big hands on my thighs, keeping them down. Our eyes lock and I have to bite back a whine. I know better than to protest.

For a moment, I see a flash of cruelty in his eyes and I have to remind myself that this is just play.

At the end of it, his hands will be gentle.

“I think you should wait,” he says, his voice low in his chest. “Show me how good you can be for me.”

Desire shivers down my thighs and makes my toes curl in the dewy grass. He takes me by the neck with his rough palm, pulling me down. Until our mouths are inches apart.

“I think you need spanked first,” he says. “Just to remind you of your place. Then I’ll fuck your cunt, you needy, little whore.”

Oh God, he knows exactly what to say. He always has, but after six years together, he can bring me to my knees with a few short words.

His eyes soften.

“But for right now, just be with me,” he says softly. “Wife.”

I melt into him, laying my head on his broad chest. His heart is a steady drum, and in it I feel my world. I swear sometimes his blood flows like the river, his heart beats like the rain coming over the mountains, and his skin burns like the summer sun.

He’s lived so long on Sovereign Mountain that they are one and the same.

Perhaps that’s why I fell so hard. He’d brought me here and showed me what he loved first. I saw the care he took of it and deep down knew he would love me the same way.

“What’s going on in this head?” he asks quietly.

His fingertips brush my hair, playing with the strands.

“Are you sure you want another baby?” I whisper.

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