Page 36 of White Wings of Desire

I open my eyes again and look down at her, clutching the sheets, waiting for me. "I need a second," I say through a heavy breaths.

The sensation is overwhelming. My eyes drift to where our hips connect, my pubic hair already slicked with blood. I ease out and watch as my now blood-covered cock slides out of her. The sight alone makes my heart jump in my chest and sends a thrill down my spine. I want this. Every day.

I swallow the lump in my throat and take a deep breath before slamming back into her, drawing a high-pitched moan from her as our hips collide.

My grip on her leg tightens and I chase the high, my movements rough as I thrust into her. My free hand settles on her pubic bone, my thumb finding her clit, flicking the sensitive nub as I continue my assault on her.

Every time our hips crash into each other, a deep grunt leaves my throat, while her moans are loud and high. The only other noise that fills the room is the wet squirting sound every time I drive into her dripping wet cunt.

Her eyes are closed, her head thrown back into the pillow as she submits to me. Her mouth is wide open and moans pour out of her in the rhythm of my thrusts. I concentrate on playing her clit and finding the perfect angle at which I hit that special spot inside her, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her body begins to tremble, and her muscles spasm around me. I got her.

Not changing any of my movements, I push her over the edge. She cries out when her orgasm surges through her, her insides squeeze me tight and her back arches off the bed in response to every muscle in her body tightening. The pulsating of her ring of muscles around me is enough to push me to my limits, too. Chasing my own orgasm, I guide her through her own. It doesn't take long for me to reach my limit; my hips begin to stutter, and I lose my rhythm. With one last thrust, I bury myself deep inside her, and with every twitch of my cock I push my cum inside her.

As soon as the adrenaline from our shared orgasm wears off, I collapse on top of her. Her arms wrap tightly around me, and I rest my head against her chest, listening to her rapid heartbeat. Our heavy breaths fall into sync. Her tits press against my cheek, and I know I am in heaven. For a long time, we lie in bed, in the mess of fluids, our naked limbs intertwined.

"We should take a shower." She breaks the comfortable silence. "Change the sheets too." She follows up with a chuckle.

Chapter 28

Noah

When I see her surrounded by my doves, she blends in perfectly. Their beauty complements each other and creates a breathtaking masterpiece. To my surprise, the birds took a liking to her from the moment she walked into the aviary. Normally, they don't like strangers; in fact, they are skittish when even Kyle or Mrs. Collins are around, and they frequently take care of them when I'm gone. I watch her hold one of my oldest and best-behaved birds. The little one coos happily at Evelyn, gently stroking the dove's puffy chest with the back of her hand. "They really like you," I say with a small smile, and keep filling their shallow tub with clean water so they can keep themselves spotless.

Evelyn has a big smile on her face as she interacts with the bird. "They do," she says, "I never thought I would feel so comfortable around pigeons someday."

"They're not pigeons." I glare at her while she looks at me with a big, playful grin. She knows how much my birds mean to me. She sat through a long lesson about the Columbidae family of birds, learning how there are about three hundred different species and the differences between pigeons and doves. The lecture must have been boring for her, but she sat through it, listened carefully, and let me ramble on without ever interrupting. She gave me the feeling that she really cared about what was important to me. But ever since then, she has made it her mission to tease me about it.

"I'm just messing with you." She chuckles and hands the dove back to me, which coos happily as I take it and return it to its nest. "It's fun to tease you about this because it's one of the few things I see you get emotional about," she says, and I can't help but let out a small, disapproving rumble from my chest. Stepping closer, she wraps her arms around my middle and hugs me tight.

"Noah, can I ask you something else?" She looks up at me.

"About the birds? Sure," I answer, checking on one of the nests where a pair of squabs are being fed by their parents.

"It's not about the birds." With my interest piqued, I turn to face her. "I know it's against etiquette to ask this question, but who hired you to kill me?"

I freeze in her embrace. The sudden realization hits me like a brick–I forgot something important. I was so caught up by the fact that I had finally caught her that I completely forgot about my employer. My mind races as I fidget with my fingers, rubbing the tips against the palm of my hand in a soothing gesture. I haven't come up with a plan yet, but I have to. Fast.

"Noah?" Her voice breaks my train of thought, and my head jerks back to look at her, my eyes wide.

"Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts for a moment." I reach between us and grab my phone from my pocket, unlocking the screen and pulling up Mr. Williams’s details before handing the device to her. "He's the one who hired me."

She takes my phone and scrolls through the information. Her face hardens, deep lines of anger forming on her face.

"Do you know why he hired you?"

"No, I never ask for reasons because I don't care why they want someone dead," I say, watching the lines on her forehead deepen.

"I see."

"Will you tell me why?" Raising my eyebrows, I take my phone back and look at a picture of the old man on my screen. It's clear this is bothering her; she's tense and can barely hide her anger.

"My last hit was his son."

"Why did you kill his son?" I ask, tilting my head and breaking the so-called etiquette myself.

"The man who hired me has a daughter who met Mr. Williams' son at a party. She was drugged and forced, along with other women, into one of his many gang rape parties." She explains, and as her words leave her mouth and sink into me, my mind begins to spin, overflowing with memories I have kept locked away for over a decade.

"Did I hear you right?" I say, trying to sound as normal as possible. But my heart is pounding in my chest, and the world around me is spinning as my stomach twists and nausea creeps from my stomach up my throat.

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