Page 97 of The Devil and His Sparrow

His palms coasted over my shoulders, down my arms, and onto my torso where he grabbed the dress and yanked it over my head. All I had on beneath it was a nude thong, so as soon as the cool air met my hot flesh, my skin pebbled and my nipples hardened. I squirmed, feeling wet heat coat my core.

“What’s crazy?” I questioned again, watching his slitted eyes drink in my mostly naked body.

“Everything, Sparrow,” he whispered as he leaned down to suck on my neck and bite at my throat. “Everything about us is fucking crazy.”

He shoved me so that I fell onto the bed, landing on my back. He smirked as he crooked a clawed finger under the side of my panties so that he held them off my body. The nude material darkened and grayed until it fell apart into ash. My eyes widened.

He hooked his arms around my thighs and hoisted my bottom half up so that I practically hung upside down with only the tops of my shoulders and head remaining on the bed. His warm breath hit my wet, pulsing pussy before his mouth closed over my clit.

My legs trembled where they rested on his shoulders, and I gasped as sweet pleasure shot down my spine, rushing through me like the blood rushing to my head. Dizzying waves hit me one after the other while his tongue circled and flicked along my clit. His forearms were wrapped around my waist to hold me up, and I gripped them tightly, trying to hold onto something since I was upside down and the world was becoming increasingly fuzzier. The blood racing to my head had it feeling heavy and full, and the darts of pleasure choking me didn’t help.

“Zagan,” I gasped, my attention zeroing in on where the tip of his tongue circled my bundle of nerves then moved lower.

My fingernails dug into his forearms as his tongue plunged into my hole, and my eyes rolled back at the sheer pleasure that ricocheted through my limbs with the curling of his tongue. Just as something blinding and fierce built between my legs, he pulled out from my entrance and trailed his attention back up the seam of my lips to flick my clit. The sudden brush to the burning spot made my entire body shake in his arms, yet he continued to hold me without struggle.

“I love having my face buried in your sweet pussy,” Zagan purred, letting his lips and tongue coast over my clit as he did.

His warm breath and feather-light friction against my aching core sent a fresh wave of dizziness and hunger soaring through my body. My hips bucked all on their own, desperate to have him keep going.

“Zagan,” I pleaded breathlessly. My grip tightened on his arms, and I futilely tried to raise my head to alleviate some of the pressure settling in my head.

Zagan wasn’t as keen to help me. He chuckled, low and dark. “Does my sparrow want to cum?”

“Yes! Please!” I answered.

I needed relief—from the fiery pulsing between my legs and from the heaviness in my skull.

His tongue swirled around my entrance then dragged at an agonizingly slow pace up toward my bundle of nerves, but he didn’t touch it when he reached it. He teased the area all around it, drawing out more squirms and furious pants from me. He chuckled against my skin, amused with my frustrated desperation.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” he questioned, flicking my clit once with the faintest brush of his tongue. “Do you think your stupid behavior outside warrants a reward?”

My brain wasn’t functioning with my current position, but I had enough clarity left to hone in on his words. I’d definitely been over-the-top outside, but more than that, I realized with a heavy weight of remorse what I’d said to him in my drunken haze. I remembered the hurt so clearly clouding his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, sagging against his body, no longer straining to hold myself up.

He made a sound of acknowledgment and sucked my clit into his mouth. My lips fell open, and my body tightened again as a rush of fiery bliss shot through me.

“Lucky for you,” Zagan murmured against my skin, “I can’t resist the taste of your pleasure.”

His expert tongue devoured my parted folds with quick, hard flicks and sucks so that my body couldn’t stop quaking in his hold. Within no time at all, he brought me to that edge and pushed me right off it so that my back arched against his torso and my scream tore through the room. I was still trying to catch my breath and let the blood settle back in my body when he laid me flat on the bed once more. He watched me catch my breath and shift to sit on my knees while unbuttoning his shirt to discard.

I stared at him as the air came back to me, and I licked my dry lips before saying, “I didn’t mean it.”

He pulled his shirt off and got to work unfastening his pants, though his eyes never left mine. “Didn’t mean what? Drinking yourself stupid? Falling into dark waters while impaired?”

I looked away as shame turned my cheeks hot. “Well, all of that.”

I met his eyes again right as he finished ridding himself of his wet clothes. He knelt on the mattress in front of me and pulled me onto his lap so that I straddled his hard cock.

“I wasn’t referring to that, though,” I went on just as the tip of his dick pushed inside me. I sucked my lip between my teeth, and my eyes fluttered at the sweet stretch.

His heavy gaze held mine as firmly as his hands held my hips to guide me further onto his shaft. “What were you referring to then?”

“What I said out there,” I answered in a breathy rush. “I didn’t mean any of it. I don’t—I don’t regret meeting you.” I swallowed hard and noticed he’d paused the guidance of his dick inside me. “I’m glad I wound up stuck with you.”

The admission was close to a confession, and the honesty in my words had my heart racing. Was admitting that I wanted to be with him like admitting something even deeper than that? I wasn’t sure, and while the prospect of declaring these turbulent feelings inside of me frightened me to no end, I couldn’t deny their truth. I couldn’t deny that … I was glad for what happened between Zagan and I.

He searched my face before he shrugged and looked away. “Odd thing to be thankful for. I am a demon, remember? Most people wouldn’t be thankful to have us as company. I don’t blame you for wishing things were different.”

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