Page 52 of The Devil and His Sparrow

“I know,” I said, yet my finger didn’t move any lower. I loved seeing how wet that made her—wanting my touch so badly but being denied it. “What’s your point?”

Helplessness tightened her brow, and she wiggled in her seat as a fine sheen of sweat beaded over her breasts. “So … Don’t I get rewarded?”

I let out a small chuckle and leaned closer so that my breath fanned across her already sensitive core. She moaned, and her eyes rolled back into her head while her hips bucked futilely against my breathy caress. “We still have four more subjects to go over.”

Her eyes snapped back open, and her chest fell and rose faster. “I-I can’t wait that long. This is already maddening.”

I feigned an apologetic shrug and moved my finger slowly around her glistening folds, making sure to stay on the edge of all the good stuff. “You wanted to study. You wanted to make sure you knew everything, remember? We can’t stop after only one subject.”

She shook her head, her fingers curling and digging into her palms. Her entire body quivered. “I know it all.”

I raised my pierced brow. “You do? Are you sure? You were worried you didn’t just a minute ago.”

“I do, I do,” she argued hurriedly. When she looked at me this time, fiery confidence now hardened her features. “I know the material. I don’t need to be quizzed. I’m ready.”

One corner of my mouth rose in a smirk, and I finally let my finger drag through her moisture, starting at the bottom and working my way up to her clit. She immediately gasped, and her hips grinded in an attempt to get more from me. The scent of her arousal drew me in like a bee to honey, and I leaned in close to let my tongue join in on the fun.

While my finger swept down to plunge into her tight hole, I curled the tip of my tongue along her bundle of nerves. I groaned at the taste that actually danced along my tastebuds, as well as the one that filled my gut with her essence. She was perfection—the sounds she made, the way she shook for me, the way she tasted.

I’d already had her wound up so tightly that it wasn’t much longer of flicking my tongue and claiming her with my fingers before she arched her back and absolutely exploded with her release. My name burst from her lips, and my cock begged to get free at the sound.

“That’s my girl,” I praised hoarsely, pulling my fingers out so I could shove my pants down. I released the shadowy bindings as easily as I’d conjured them.

Once she was free, I grabbed her arms and yanked her toward me where I still knelt on the ground. She fell into the floor between me and the chair, and I gripped her face to squeeze her cheeks between my fingers and nipped her lip teasingly. “Turn around and grip the chair.”

She didn’t hesitate. She turned and grabbed the edge of the chair, lifting her back end for me. I smiled at that. My sparrow already knew what to do. I fisted her long hair, placed my other hand on her hip, and shoved deep into her cunt.

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned, relishing in the warmth of her.

I pulled back before pushing back in, and pleasure shot through me with the motion. I grasped her hair tighter, pulling on it as I thrusted hard and fast. Her breathy moans were music to my ears, and they spurred me to angle my hips to get even deeper.

“Yes!” Iyla gasped. “God, yes!”

“Not my name, baby,” I said, fisting her hair harder. I tugged her hip back to meet each of my thrusts. “What is my name?”

“Zagan,” she moaned.

“Say it again,” I growled.

“Zagan.”

My pace didn’t let up, even as I felt her shatter around me on another orgasm or as I neared that place myself. “That’s right. That’s the only name you’re allowed to cry out when you’re getting fucked. Understand?”

“Yes,” she bellowed, digging her fingers deeper into the chair.

I pumped hard and fast. My balls tightened as I let my head fall back. My cum filled her tight entrance, and her intense pleasure filled my gut like a fire suddenly catching. I pulled out and released her so she could slump against the chair and catch her breath. I leaned back on my hands and took the moment to soak in the buzzing energy of her pleasure now coating my insides, as well as appreciate the view of my cum slowly dripping out of her hole and down her thigh.

“You really know how to motivate someone,” Iyla said as she turned to lean her back against the chair.

I smirked. “What can I say? It’s a gift.”

She laughed softly and shook her head at me. Her eyes were transfixed on the floor between us, and I could see her mind already leaving this moment to dwell on her upcoming tests.

I nudged her foot with my own. “Stop. You know you’re ready. You just admitted it.”

“I know, I know.” She brought her knees up to her naked chest, hugging her arms around her bent legs. She rested her chin on top of her knees, and after a pregnant pause, she admitted, “My mom wants to take me out for dinner if I do well.”

It took everything in me to keep from rolling my eyes. And why didn’t I want to roll them? I refused to look too deeply into that right now, not when there was her mom to discuss.

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