Page 16 of The Devil and His Sparrow

But did I dare?

If my mom knew I was even considering doing anything with Zagan, I’d be severely reprimanded and punished, which was why I’d always stayed within the lines. Being taught my whole life that sex and desires were wrong kept me exactly in the tight, cramped box my mom wanted me in, always watching everyone else experience love and life from within it. I lived my life by her rules, and everything I did was for someone else’s sake. My schooling, my actions, my wants. Even tonight had been for Nahla’s sake, not my own.

But I wanted things, too.

Despite my mother’s efforts, deep down, I wanted to live. I wanted to kiss and touch. I wanted romance. I wanted to experience what that kind of intimacy had to offer.

I’d always obeyed.

I’d always lived my life for other people and what they wanted.

But right now, with this deliciously attractive guy staring at me, making me feel beautiful with his gaze alone, I wanted to choose me and my wants.

Just this once.

I licked my lips, my cheeks warming as I finally whispered, “Okay.”

That one word was all it took. His lips crushed mine, and my entire body shivered with a rush of euphoria. I thought his two lip piercings would make kissing hard, but the cold metal mixed with his soft lips made me feel even hotter. His large hands moved from the wall to my hips, keeping me pinned in place as he stepped into me. His body pressing into mine made me gasp against his mouth, and he took the chance to sweep his tongue along mine.

I’d stolen a peck kiss here and there senior year of high school and when I first started university. But none of them ever made me feel like this—burning with a sweet heat from the inside out, twitchy in the legs, aching between my thighs, and light like a feather caught in a breeze. His kiss was all-consuming, and I tilted my head in an effort to feel even more.

The hands on my hips moved to slip beneath the hem of my shirt, and with the ease of a pro, he pulled the garment off. Instinctively, I went to cover my bare skin, but when I saw the heat, the awe, and the desire burning in his gaze as he traced the flesh that wasn’t hidden by my black bra, I found myself enraptured. I wanted to see how much he liked what I always kept hidden, and with that sudden rush of longing, I reached behind me to unclasp the bra. His lustful eyes tracked my unhurried movements, following the article of clothing as it slid down my arms then dropped to the ground between us.

“Goddamn, you’re fucking beautiful,” he said in a rush before bending down to kiss me again.

His lips traveled from my mouth, over my chin, and down my throat. I leaned my head back against the side of the house with heavy breaths as he palmed one of my bare breasts and pulled the nipple of the other into his mouth.

A gasp burst from my lips at the onslaught of emotions that engulfed my insides. I was feeling so much right now—too much. I couldn’t even be damned about the fact that I was topless outside or the chill in the air. Everywhere he kissed and touched felt branded in the best way possible, and my head spun from the mix of lustful pleasure and excited nerves firing off inside me.

While his tongue flicked the beaded nipple on my breast, his hand left the other to coast down my stomach and into the band of my skirt. My breath hitched as his fingers slipped into my underwear and down the seam of my aching middle. An exquisite burst of pleasure swept through me as his finger curled and rubbed against my clit.

“Z-Zagan!” I gasped, unable to help myself. I’d never, ever felt something so good.

He made an approving sound in the back of his throat as his mouth once again hovered over mine. “So fucking wet. You like it when I touch you here?”

I nodded, my lips brushing against his as I did. My fingers dug into the house behind me, needing something to squeeze and hold onto as more waves of electric bliss shot through me.

He grinned. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees. He pulled his hand out from my underwear so that he could grip my skirt, tights, and panties all at once, and slowly, he pulled them down to my ankles. I quickly stepped out of the material, needing his touch back on me.

Zagan stayed on his knees as he looked up at me with hooded eyes. “Spread those legs for me, Sparrow.”

My body trembled, though whether it was from the chill of the night, nerves, or anticipation, I wasn’t sure. Regardless, I did as I was told, opening my legs wider. The cool air hit my middle, making me realize just how wet I was. The chill made everything feel overly sensitive and needy as his blue eyes locked onto my exposed pussy. He groaned at the sight before grabbing my right ankle. He hiked it up and draped my leg over his broad shoulder before leaning in.

The first touch was like a match being struck. The tip of his tongue started at the bottom of my seam then slowly drug up. My eyes immediately fell closed, and my fingers curled to dig into the wall at my back. I gasped out a flurry of sounds, shaking as his tongue flicked and rubbed at the bundle of nerves that felt starved, having gone twenty years without ever getting attention. I was hot, wet, and panting with each pass of his tongue.

“You taste so good,” he growled in a quick breath before showering my middle with more attention.

I couldn’t even make an attempt at a response. My mind was mush. My tongue was a cinder block. Every bit of my body was locked onto Zagan’s mouth, tongue, and hands as he licked and sucked on my clit or squeezed and slapped the curves of my ass. The pulsing of pleasure built deep inside of me as his tongue continued its relentless motion. The pounding euphoria between my thighs grew hotter and coiled tighter until I feared the very world around me would explode. With a guttural groan, I threw my head back and went jelly-like in the legs as I spilled myself onto his mouth.

“Fuck,” he said, licking his lips with a smile. “The sounds you make are too good. I can’t wait to hear more.”

He stood and reached behind him to yank his shirt off. My mouth watered when I saw all the tattoos decorating his chiseled body. The snake head that I’d seen on the top of his left hand with the tongue out on his middle finger went up the entire length of his arm, the tail draping over his shoulder and somewhere onto his back. His right arm had a blooming flower on the top of his hand and a network of vines and spider webs running up the length of it. The hilt of a dagger started at the base of his throat, and the blade fell between his toned pecs, impaling a flower in the center of his torso. A moth adorned one pec, and a detailed spider decorated the other. A silver bar pierced each nipple, and I found myself wondering what it would feel like if I flicked my tongue over one.

My hands itched to touch him and pull him against me again. Now that I’d experienced a taste of what pleasure was, I had to have more. I was sure that was only the tip of the iceberg as far as pleasure went, and if I was ever going to experience such a thing, I knew he’d be the master I’d want to teach me.

“I don’t want to stop,” I announced with my heart in my throat.

His blue eyes held mine, and his mouth curved into a salacious grin. “Oh, don’t you worry, baby. We’re just getting started.”

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