Page 84 of Feathers and Thorns

“You have to stay silent. We don’t want to be waking up the neighbors, now do we?”

Soren sucked his finger into her mouth, nodding in understanding.

Rook bit his lip to distract his mind before he took her right then and there.

“If you do that again, this will be over quicker than both of us would like.” It was the last warning he spoke before he massaged the oil over her breasts and toned stomach.

He continued pouring and massaging the warm liquid over her thighs and calves, kneading her aching feet before traveling back up to work the larger muscles at the top of her legs. She hissed in annoyance as his hand grazed the flesh next to her core teasingly.

“Rook,” Soren ground out.

“Tell me what you want,” he replied, kissing the top of her pubic bone.

“Touch me,” she said.

His laugh vibrated against her core, causing another rush of heat to flood her center. He set the oil down before responding, “You will have to be more specific than that, little bird.”

“Make me come,” she begged.

He growled his approval and moved to lay his body atop hers. He was naked from the top down, and Soren could feel the heat from his chest seeping into her bones, warming her.

Their lips crashed together once more, and their tongues danced as Rook’s long fingers found her center. He teased the bundle of nerves before slipping one finger into her wet heat, followed by a second. He curled his fingers upward, putting pressure on her G-spot, causing a few moans to escape her lips. Then he nipped he earlobe—hard.

“Ow!” she exclaimed.

“Quiet, little bird. If you make another sound, I will stop, and we will both go to bed disappointed.”

She gave him a half-hearted glare but pressed her lips together, obeying his command.

He moved his fingers with increasing speed, pumping them in and out of her as she writhed against him. She kept her lips pressed together and squeezed her eyes shut. Her nostrils flared, and he could hear the small, stifled moans trying to escape. She was getting close; he could feel her tightening around him.

As she came apart on his hand, she couldn’t hold it in any longer and cried out. He swallowed her screams of pleasure with his mouth as she rode out her orgasm.

“I need you—now,” Soren commanded, lifting her lower back and removing her hands from the cloth manacles.

She undid his trousers and began pulling at the hem with greedy hands.

He tsked her as she rushed to try to undress him. “Always so impatient,” he admonished as he finished removing his pants and kneeled between her legs.

“I have been patient,” she clipped out, digging her nails into his forearms. “Now, fuck me.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Rook said, lining up with her entrance. He pressed into her slowly, savoring the way she wrapped so tightly around him. He basked in the feeling for a moment before he obliged to her request, adjusting his grip, his hands digging into the soft flesh of her ass, lifting her hips to meet his. Soren let out a whimper as he sunk even deeper into her.

His voice was a husky whisper when he spoke next. “Don’t forget, little bird—not a sound.”

She nodded once more as he slid out of her before slamming back in, burying himself to the hilt. He continued at a feverish pace as Soren’s nails cut into his forearms. He clenched his teeth together in an attempt to keep his beast at bay, nearly losing control as she clenched around him. His breathing was haggard, and the sounds escaping from behind Soren’s closed lips were about to send him over the edge.

“Come for me, little bird,” he ordered, pressing his thumb against her sensitive bud.

She bucked beneath him at the unexpected friction. Then she gripped his wrists, her climax peaking. Her legs shook as her internal walls tightened deliciously.

“Rook,” the whispered moan escaped as she came around him.

Hearing his name on her perfect lips undid him. He grunted as he spilled into her, his chest glistening with a mixture of sweat and castor oil. To Soren, he looked like the outline of a god brought to life with quill and ink just for her.

He slipped off the bed and pulled his trousers over his hips, saying, “Be right back,” before disappearing into the night.

Soren lay on the bedroll in post-coital bliss as she waited for his return.

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