Page 101 of The Devil and His Sparrow

I just didn’t know what to call it or what it all meant.

“You did all this?” Iyla asked, her voice so low, I wasn’t sure I would’ve heard it had I not been a demon.

“I’ve never put together a surprise for someone, let alone one for their birthday,” I admitted, scratching sheepishly at my chin. “I hope everything’s been okay.”

She turned to look at me with unshed tears glistening in her eyes. “Are you kidding? It’s been … amazing. No one’s ever done something like this for me. Any of it. The clothes. The concert. This.” She waved her hand at the patio and gave a small laugh and disbelieving shake of her head. She squeezed my hand. “Thank you, Zagan. Not just for tonight, but for … everything.”

I wasn’t sure what to do with such profound gratitude. People didn’t typically thank me for things, other than an orgasm I gave them. When they did, it was never like this—whole-heartedly, the emotion practically pouring out of them to hit me in a wave of warmth. I didn’t feel like I deserved it. To me, doing this for her was the bare minimum. Doing this was just the tip of the iceberg as far as everything I wanted to shower her in.

This was just the start of our song.

IYLA STOOD AT THE WINDOW in one of the bedrooms, staring out at the nightlife of the city beyond. A soft, care-free smile painted her full lips. She’d shed my jacket after we came inside. I unbuttoned the cuffs of my shirt to roll up the sleeves, watching her eyes glitter with a glee that made my own chest swell with that now constant yet still unfamiliar emotion.

I shoved my hands in my pockets and stood there for endless minutes, content to watch her watch the world. It was amazing how things changed like this. Me being satisfied with one person? Me enjoying the mere sight of their contentment and not focusing on my own?

How the right people changed us for the better.

I approached Iyla from behind and stopped at her back, meeting her eyes in the reflection of the window.

She smiled at my reflection and said, “I bet the city is beautiful when it snows.”

“Would you like it to snow?”

Her eyes widened. “C-Can you make it snow?”

For you, anything.

I kept the immediate response to myself, and instead, looked past our reflections to the open air outside. With a single thought and a ripple of magic, fat, fluffy snowflakes began falling from the sky. Would I have been able to do such a major display of power like changing the weather for any other person? No. But our bond changed everything. The possibilities of what we could do heightened to ensure we met most demands of whoever we were bound to, and I’d never before been happier that was the case.

Too bad it wasn’t that easy to alter the health of someone other than our bonds. I knew that—saving Gemma—would’ve been the gift she truly wanted most.

Iyla gasped and leaned closer to the window to watch the snow gracefully fall to the earth below. I placed my hands on her arms and stepped further into her. I leaned my head down so that my lips brushed her ear, and I nearly came undone when she shivered against me.

“Happy birthday, Sparrow,” I whispered.

Her palms pressed into my thighs, and her head leaned back against my chest. I pulled her hair securely over one shoulder and pressed my lips to the column of her throat then moved lower to her shoulder. The scent of her arousal permeated the air around us, prickling my skin like static, and I inhaled deeply, my demonic features practically itching to come out at the intoxicating aroma of her desire.

I licked the skin of her neck where her pulse fluttered, and her ass pressed against my aching dick. I reached behind her to unzip the dress and watched it fall off her cream-colored skin to pool at her feet. My dirty little sparrow had forgone any underwear, so the moment the garment was off, she stood naked and beautiful.

“Zagan, the window,” she squealed.

She tried backing away from it, but I caged her in, pressing my front to her bare back and placing my hands on the window on either side of her.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I said. I took my hand off the glass to reach for her full tit and squeezed it before pinching and rolling the nipple in my fingertips.

She bit her lip, and her eyelids fluttered as she pressed further against me. “What if someone looks up here?” she asked breathlessly. “What if they see?”

“Then they should thank you for blessing them with the sweet sight of you,” I answered, continuing to palm her breast with one hand while I gripped the front of her thigh with the other. My hand trailed up the smooth flesh until I met the crease where her leg met her pussy, and I dragged my finger softly across the skin there, teasing where she had grown deliciously wet.

“Now,” I murmured against the shell of her ear, “be a good girl and lean over for me.”

Her breath hitched, and I saw the color rise to her cheeks in the reflection. She immediately obeyed, leaning the top half of her body forward until her face practically pressed into the glass. Her breath created clouds of fog on the window. She spread her thighs slightly, and I grabbed her leg to force one knee to rest on the windowsill, opening up her pretty cunt for me. The lips glistened with her hungry desire, and the beast inside me practically paced with the impatient need to taste her, fuck her, and claim her.

I smirked as my eyes stayed trained on her dripping core, and my dick pressed against my slacks with the threat of ripping clean through the material if I didn’t free him soon. So I didn’t bother with all my clothes. I undid my pants enough to free my hard cock, slid it through her moisture, and sank into her with one hard thrust.

She let out the sexiest fucking sigh and arched her back. Already, the taste of her pleasure filled the back of my mouth, and it only intensified when I leaned forward to grip her breast with one hand and touch her clit with the other. My sparrow loved having her pussy played with while I pounded into her, which was what I did. I pulled my hips back and slammed them forward again, fucking her with relentless thrusts. Her hands pressed into the window and curled against the foggy glass as her chin tilted back so she could moan for me.

“That’s right, baby,” I praised, pinching and rolling her nipple and flicking her clit in time with the movement of my hips. “Yell for me. Scream. Tell me how much you love it when I fuck this pussy.”

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