Page 30 of The Devil and His Sparrow

He glanced at my chest. “Do you like that shirt?”

I looked down at the blue button-up. “Yeah. It’s—”

“Too bad.” He reached forward to grip the material, and with a quick yank, he ripped the buttons right out of the holes, sending the small disks scattering across the floor.

I gasped in surprise from both the act and the sudden chill against my bare torso.

He smirked, pulling the ruined material off my arms to discard. “Better.”

I opened my mouth to protest his destruction of my clothes, but before I could, his mouth was on mine. Goosebumps broke out along my back as his tongue swept inside, moving with mine. His large hands made quick work of ridding me of my bra—thankfully, without any more ripping.

Though seeing him do that to my shirt had been hotter than I cared to admit.

His hands coasted up either side of my neck, forcing my head to angle just the way he wanted it to deepen the kiss. He walked me backward until the back of my legs hit the bed.

“Lay your pretty ass back on that bed,” Zagan ordered against my mouth, nipping my lip once.

I sucked in a sharp breath. I wasn’t sure if he meant what he said—calling me pretty—or if it was just for the sake of the mood, but it made a flutter break free deep inside me. I eagerly sat on the edge, looking up at him.

“Pants,” he said, pointing at my legs. “Take them off.”

I slipped my fingers into my jeans and underwear. As I removed mine, I watched him yank his shirt off. His muscles flexed, and his tattoos stood out against his cream-colored skin. They were just as mesmerizing as the last time I saw them.

When I was naked, I leaned back but kept my legs firmly closed. I was pulsing between my thighs with a hunger unlike any other kind, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t still a nervous wreck for what was to come.

Zagan smirked. He rested his palms on my ankles and slowly trailed them up my legs. Delicious goosebumps broke out on my skin, and my eyes fluttered at the intoxicating feel of his hands on my bare skin.

“Feeling shy now? We can’t have that.” His hands traveled over my knees and along my inner thighs, spreading my legs apart as they went. The heat swirling in his gaze intensified, and he licked his pierced lips. “So beautiful. So wet. Does your pussy like being told what to do?”

My mouth dried, and I squirmed under the lure of his gaze. I was so needy between my legs, and just having his eyes on me felt like the slightest brush against my core. My hips shifted on their own accord, restless and greedy. I needed more.

I needed him.

“Answer me,” he hissed, his voice turning firm.

My pussy throbbed with the order, and my nipples hardened. Judging by the enjoyment creeping into the corners of his eyes, he seemed to notice the effect of his demands for himself, so there was no point in denying it.

“Yes,” I answered breathlessly. “I like it.”

“Are you excited to find out what else you like?” he asked, undoing his jeans and shucking them and his briefs.

My eyes were transfixed on his hard length. I didn’t have any previous experience to compare him to, but even without that, I just knew Zagan was well-endowed. Sand weighed down my tongue, and the breath I’d been taking froze in my chest.

Finally, I managed to sputter, “I—I’m excited.”

“I bet you are,” he said with a lustful look at my bare center. “Now be a good girl and hold those lips open for me while I eat your cunt.”

The husky order had me complying without a moment’s hesitation. I reached my hands down my stomach and to my middle where I spread my folds open so that I bore even more of myself to him.

He groaned and immediately knelt over me and got to work. His tongue coasted up from my entrance to my clit, and my heels dug into the mattress with the immediate rush of pleasure. My head fell back as I gasped, but as soon as I did, he stopped.

I was on fire and aching for his touch, so with the sudden loss of it, I lifted my head again to look at him.

“Eyes on me, Sparrow. I want you to watch as I devour every last drop of the orgasm you’re about to have.”

I kept my head raised, straining to keep it upright as he’d demanded. His face hovered above my fingers, which still held myself open. He smirked and blew out a chuckle. The warmth of his breath hitting my wet, sensitive clit made my legs shake with a fierce need to feel something.

“Please,” I begged, unable to keep the plea from my voice.

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