Page 74 of The Devil and His Sparrow

“Because I’m your friend?”

That sounded closer to what I was feeling, but I still didn’t know. I’d been bonded to humans before, but I never felt the need to do shit for them. I fucked, I left. Rinse, repeat.

Iyla was more than a person I was stuck with. I wanted to do things for her. I wanted to see the sparkle light up her eyes or to see the way her lips lifted after being held down for so long or to see the way her chest rose sharply when overcome with some sort of emotion. She was more than a deal for me. She was …

“Yeah,” I finally answered with a nod. “Because we’re friends.”

That had to be it.

She smiled at me, and the sight made it harder to breathe. I quickly looked back at the dance floor to clear my head of the confusion her questions and Eden’s thoughts had caused. The music gripped me, and I focused on that until my limbs itched to get down there.

I angled my body toward hers and gestured to the floor below. “Want to dance?”

She looked down, and when her eyes met mine again, they shined with a newfound sense of excitement. “Yes.”

I grabbed her hand and pulled her downstairs to the dance floor just as PLVTINUM’s “Come My Way” came on over the speakers. The high energy beat fueled my body as I moved in time with the tempo, and I swiftly pulled her against me. I pressed one hand firmly into her lower back, and we started moving to the music.

She laughed, seemingly enjoying the lure of the music and the quick-paced dancing. Her movements got less rigid, and she swiveled her hips and pressed into me as I guided her along with me. The music reached the exciting chorus, and I spun her out at arm’s length then twirled her back into me so that her back was pressed to my chest. I gripped her hips and gyrated against her to the song. Spinning her out and back into me so that she faced me again, I saw the euphoria plastered to her lips, and damn.

Nothing compared.

Her smile was sunshine breaking through the darkest storm clouds. The sight and what it did—not to my cock, but inside me—had me pulling her closer so that we were chest to chest, nose to nose, grinding and swaying as our breath mingled and hearts raced together.

The music carried into another sultry song, but the sound got lost on me. My world zeroed in on the girl wrapped in my arms. Our foreheads pressed together, and I kept my hands firmly on her waist while hers gripped my biceps. We swayed to our own beat, lost in our own song, and it was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. The sense of peace, of wholeness, of …

My chest tightened. What was it? What was this fluttering warm feeling that consumed me when I was around her? Not knowing, especially after Eden spouted off her nonsense, was going to drive me crazy.

Her fingers dug into my biceps, and her chin tilted so that her lips were a breath away from mine. “Zagan.”

My cock thickened and pressed into her at the way she said my name like a plea to her god. She wanted me. She needed me. And what kind of savior would I be if I didn’t answer her prayer?

I closed the rest of the space between us. My lips swept over hers, and she immediately opened up to let my tongue slide in. The blood rushed straight to my dick as the kiss deepened, and I gripped her tighter around the waist. I needed her fucking skin on mine. I needed to have my hands all over her. I needed to shove myself deep inside of her.

I pulled back only enough to growl against her lips, “Come with me.”

I grabbed Iyla’s hand and found a hallway to disappear down. I found a vacant bathroom, shoved her inside, and pulled her against me again. Shadows immediately folded around both of us. She gasped and gripped me tighter. When the darkness cleared, we were back at my house, standing in the middle of her bedroom.

I held onto her as she swayed unsteady on her feet. She clutched her head like she was dizzy, which made sense. We’d just walked through the shadows to get where I wanted to go. That, no doubt, had to be discombobulating for a human.

“Did you just transport us back here?” she asked as she finally got her bearings.

“I thought you’d prefer this over fucking in a bathroom stall.”

Her cheeks got red, and her eyes locked on mine. “Is that what we’re doing?”

“Yeah, baby. That’s what we’re doing.”

I swept my hands into her hair and pulled her into me. My mouth dropped to hers, and she let out a breathy sigh as my tongue swept into her parted lips. Kissing her was unlike any high, unlike any buzz, unlike any sin. The sparks her lips and tongue made inside my gut were intoxicating, and I pushed deeper, craving even more of it from her.

My hands moved from her hair, down her back, and stopped at the hem of her shirt. I quickly pulled it off, but my lips were right back on her. I couldn’t stay away for too long, not when her kiss was like sweet lightning in my chest.

I pushed her back toward the bed and ran my hands up her bare stomach to reach underneath her bra. My palms squeezed her perfect tits, and she groaned a sweet little sound as I tweaked her budded nipples.

“I like it when you touch me,” she said breathlessly.

“Oh yeah?” I nipped her lip and took her bra off. My mouth salivated at the sight of her breasts, the nipples pink and hard with desire. The diamond necklace she wore rested at the top of her cleavage, and I took pity on the gemstone. That elegant gem could never hope to compare to her.

“You’re so good at everything,” she said. Her hands found my open shirt, and her nails scraped into my skin as I pinched and pulled at her breasts. “I won’t mind having you as my only partner for the rest of my life.”

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