Page 43 of The Devil and His Sparrow

His hands trailed over my skin, stopping where they met in the crease of my legs. His fingers grabbed my thick thighs, just below the hem of my dress, and he slowly opened them and used his own legs to help keep them parted.

My heart stilled as alarm suddenly mingled with the arousal coursing through me. My eyes darted around the packed club, and I grabbed his wrists in an effort to stop them from opening my legs any wider.

“Zagan!” I hissed, but it was like he didn’t hear me.

My thighs were spread wide, and my dress had ridden up so that the fabric nearly bunched around my waist. The cool air kissed my bare and wet middle, which now ached with a need to be touched, despite the panic clouding my mind.

“Za—” My breath hitched as his finger swiped through my folds and rubbed teasingly over my clit. I bit my lip as my back arched, and I ducked my head, too afraid to look out at the crowd.

My naked pussy was in full view beneath the table. If someone glanced this way, it wouldn’t be hard to guess what we were doing based on our position and my inability to keep my reactions off my face. Even more than that, if they looked under the table, they’d be able to see everything happening—Zagan’s fingers massaging my pulsing bundle of nerves, my legs subconsciously opening wider in an effort to get more, my ass grinding into Zagan’s groin. It was beyond embarrassing.

So why did it only turn me on more?

I let out a shaky gasp as his fingers rubbed and flicked my clit. I dared another anxious glance around the room. No one seemed to be paying us any mind. At least, not that I could see before I was forced to duck my head once again as a tremor of pleasure shook my body.

“You like me playing with this pussy in a room full of people?” Zagan rumbled against my ear.

I pressed my lips together, refusing to answer. That was a mistake.

He slapped my parted folds, eliciting a biting sting of pain amid the swirling pleasure. “Answer me.”

“Yes!” I gasped, trying to ignore the burn from his smack and how it made me even wetter. How was that possible?

He pressed two fingers to my clit this time, and my eyes rolled back into my head. My hips bucked on their own accord, and I gripped the table’s edge tightly.

“Do you like my fingers touching you here?”

“Yes,” I responded immediately. I had learned my lesson to answer when he asked me a question.

“Do you want more?”

I nodded hard, my legs shaking as I burned hotter right where his fingers moved. “Yes!”

He shifted some beneath me as his chest vibrated against my back with a soft chuckle. “Good. Because I’m going to fuck you right here.”

There was no time to process his words. His dick plunged deep inside of me.

Chapter 13

Zagan

I’D WANTED TO FUCK HER senseless as soon as I saw her curvy body in that red dress. It took all the patience I had in my bones not to take her right there in that bathroom, but I knew if I did that, Eden would barge in with a demand to join. So I waited. I planned to continue waiting until we were done here, but that was before.

Before her ass swayed in that tight red dress to multiple songs.

Before her chest heaved with heavy breaths, her nipples poking through the thin material.

Before her hooded eyes grew sensual and hungry for more than Eden’s attention.

I couldn’t fucking take it anymore.

It didn’t help the straining of my cock when one of our songs came on overhead. The way she always reacted to my singing—physically and sexually—was intoxicating for me. For so long now, all our songs did was remind me of my struggle to write. Yet I went from never wanting to hear another one of our songs again to needing them on constant repeat, all because of the way it made the brown of her eyes shimmer with lust, the way it made her pulse race with the melody, or how it made her body automatically seek out mine.

Now, my dick sank into her warm, wet pussy, and I groaned at the pure ecstacy of it. She felt so good wrapped around my cock, and the sounds she made as I entered her were like my own personal symphony. I could feed from her, listen to her, and feel her all day long and never grow tired of it.

Which was good considering I was stuck with her for the foreseeable future.

Once I was fully inside her, I placed one hand on her hip and let the other continue rubbing and toying around the edge of her bundle of nerves. Despite wanting her, I didn’t make a move to thrust, and I didn’t actually touch her clit. She was about to take the lead on that.

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