Page 118 of The Devil and His Sparrow

I turned back to Zagan with my heart still racing over their exchange and seeing Coldin’s malicious grin. Swallowing hard, I asked, “Don’t you think killing her is too harsh?”

Zagan’s eyes thinned, and his lip curled in disdain. “Fuck no. Death is the only option for anyone who thinks they can lay their goddamn hands on you.”

A shiver traveled down my spine, and for some crazy reason, it wasn’t a bad feeling. I wasn’t sure if it was because of my own venom toward her for what she did to Zagan, or if it was because of what she had planned to do with the both of us had I failed. But hearing Zagan’s growl of possessiveness come out did something to me in places only he’d ever touched.

I trailed my fingertips lightly over his bare tattooed chest. “I’m glad you found me when you did. I nearly lost you.”

His brow plunged as something profound and tender overtook him. “I wanted to say it before …” He swallowed hard and pulled one of his lip rings into his mouth as he fought for words. Finally, he smiled and finished, “I love you, Sparrow.”

A flood of emotion hit me straight in the chest and poured over the rest of me. Zagan was freedom. His confession was air to help me soar higher. His love was my endless sky to dive, leap, and fly through.

I couldn’t get my own words out fast enough. “I love you, too, Zagan.”

His eyes widened in astonishment, like he hadn’t expected me to feel the same way. “You do?” Something akin to hurt flashed across his gaze, and his shoulders tightened. “But I’m darkness. I’m sin. I’m—”

I pressed another kiss to his mouth to silence him. He kissed me back with a sweep of his lips and pass of his tongue. When I felt his shoulders relax beneath my arms, I pulled back only enough to whisper, “Zagan. You’re Zagan, and I love who you are. The light and the dark. The kind and the twisted. The man and the demon.”

He beamed against my mouth, his lip rings brushing against me. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he kissed me hard, and I opened wide for his tongue to tangle with mine. His claws grabbed at the front of my shirt, and with a quick tug on the material, it shredded down the middle. He pulled the remnants off with one hand and my bra with the other. My flesh pebbled as the air kissed my skin, and Zagan’s mouth left mine to pay special attention to my hardened nipples.

I gasped and leaned back while holding his head to encourage what he was doing with his tongue. “Zagan!”

“I thought I’d never get the chance to have you like this again.” He bit down on my breast while pinching the nipple on the other, and my eyes rolled back in my head. He released me, and his hooded gaze locked on mine. “On your back. Now.”

My breath caught as I did as I was told, jolting slightly at the cold floor against my bare back. With a fierce tug, he yanked my leggings and underwear off. His attention devoured every inch of my naked body, making my stomach flutter. Like seeing me was a privilege. And damn, if that didn’t turn me on more.

He seemed to sense when that wave of arousal pulsed in me, landing like a hot cinder at my center. His gaze zeroed in on the spot at the same moment that strands of shadows appeared around him. They darted forward and pinned my arms and raised knees in place. I gasped when more wispy tendrils wrapped around my thighs and opened my legs wider for Zagan’s viewing.

He licked his lips, and he was slow to undo the pants he wore, which only built the fire inside of me. I wanted him. I needed him. I needed his skin on mine to prove this was real. He was truly back beside me.

“Does that pussy drip for me?” Zagan demanded in that deep, husky voice.

A cold tendril of shadow slithered up my leg. I couldn’t help but focus on it moving toward my center as I answered, “Yes. It drips for you.”

The airy, almost whisper of a sensation, covered my wet, spread lips, and I let out a breathy groan at the wild sensation. It was a touch, yet it was one so light and cool that it made me quake and squirm for something harder and more tangible.

“What a horny little sparrow,” Zagan taunted, watching me buck against the open air.

The tendril flicked up and down against my clit with a feather-light touch, and I held my breath, trying to focus all my attention on that feeling. I wanted it to touch me harder and faster, but it stayed slow and achingly soft. To make matters worse, the whisps holding me down kept me from moving against the sensation like I wanted. It was torment of the greatest kind.

Zagan, now naked in all his tattooed and pierced glory, gripped his hard cock and gave it a measured stroke to match the tentative sweep of the shadow against my core. He kept his gaze level on me as he pumped his cock, and my breathing got shallower as I watched him pleasure himself to the sight of me.

Another tendril appeared near my face. It slithered over both of my shoulders, down my breasts, and stayed there where it tickled and taunted my nipples. My mouth gaped with a cry for Zagan to really touch me, but before the words came, the same airy shadow shoved into my mouth, cutting off my words.

“What’s that?” Zagan smirked. “I can’t hear you.”

I wanted to growl at him, but the shadow filling my mouth prevented me from getting anything out. I moaned around the blockage, and my body shook with so much hunger and want as the strands swirling around and over my nipples mingled with the fluttering against my clit. A new, thicker tendril prodded at my entrance, and my eyes widened and locked on Zagan’s as the shadow plunged deep inside me.

Zagan groaned, and his face shuttered with desire as wetness gathered between my folds, so much so that I felt it drip down my seam. He continued stroking his cock, watching me come undone beneath his black-and-red gaze. The tickling whisper against my budded nipples, the flickering graze over my clit, and the faint fullness pushing in and out of me all mixed together with the delicious sight of Zagan’s veiny, tattooed hand stroking the length of his dick until all I could do was cry out around the shadow in my mouth as pleasure exploded through me.

Zagan smiled, and the shadows left me like a cloud on a passing breeze. I inhaled deeply and went limp, but it wasn’t for long. Zagan dragged two fingers up the seam of my pussy. There was no missing the sharpness of his claws, yet the biting edge just made me hungry all over again. He gathered the evidence of my climax, and stuck the clawed digits into his mouth, licking his fingers clean.

“Better than any fucking drink out there,” he purred, his fang-like canines glinting with his wide grin. “Wanna taste?”

He leaned down and kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue, and he shoved his hard cock in me at the same time.

“Beautiful,” he praised and licked my lip before nipping it. “You’re so beautiful.”

His hips moved with expert precision, and his dick reached places inside me that drove me absolutely wild. He squeezed my breast with one hand and gripped my throat with the other while his hard length worked me toward the edge again.

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