Page 161 of Flame and Sparrow

His mouth moved to the side of my neck, sucking and kissing until I was squirming underneath him. Then he went lower, lips and tongue trailing a path over my collarbone, between my breasts, down to my navel, fingertips skimming alongside as he went. As he reached my hips, he pulled the last of my clothing away. I inhaled sharply at my sudden, complete bareness. His eyes darkened at the sound, his expression flashing feral as he took in the full sight of me.

He ran a hand along the inside of my thigh, the caress light and teasing until my back arched, begging him to touch me more completely. He obliged, pressing a thumb to my aching center, tapping and rubbing in tantalizing circles. Two of his fingers joined in and, once they were fully coated with my arousal, they slipped inside as he leaned over me again.

His fingers plunged deeper as he brought his lips back up to mine, kissing me slowly, deeply, his touch matching the rhythm of whatever his tongue did.

His knees closed in against my thighs, pushing my legs together, clenching them more tightly around his hand.

I breathed out a curse.

His fingers worked faster in response, and he dipped his mouth to my ear and murmured, “I need to know…do you still think it would be a disaster for me to fill you completely? To feel me dripping out of you?”

My toes curled at the reminder of our conversation from days ago—and what had preceded it. “Maybe,” I managed to gasp as his fingers curled inside me. “But it’s a disaster I’m confident I’d survive.”

He smiled at this—I felt it against my skin as he buried his face in the curve of my neck—and his voice dropped lower, wicked and full of want as he said, “We’ll see.”

My lips parted with a softohas his fingers slid out of me.

“I’ll try to be gentle,” he promised, nipping at the edge of my ear, “even though every part of me wants to show you what it feels like to be truly fucked by a god.”

With this, he leaned away to finish undressing himself.

I could do nothing but stare for a moment, every nerve ending in my body alive and humming with desire, as he stretched to his full height with the fiery sky at his back, all the hard edges of him cast in perfect light, brilliant and bold and burning.

He took a deliberate step back to me, eyes never leaving mine.

I’d marveled at how human he often seemed, despite his power—but he’d never looked more like a god to me than he did in that moment.

He reached out his hand. I took it, let him pull me to my feet. As I rose up, he dropped to his knees before me, bringing his mouth immediately to my center. His hands clenched around my legs, spreading them wider while his tongue tasted me fully, dragging across my sex and down my thighs until I was quivering in his hold. He slowed after a minute of this, trading hot lashes of his tongue for gentle kisses and blowing the occasional warm, torturous breath across me.

My head tipped back, cutting off the cry rising in my throat. My legs started to buckle. He took my hand again and pulled me down, settling me into his lap, guiding me onto his erection.

I gasped as the hard tip of him slipped inside me.

He eased up only slightly, eyes wild and burning as they watched my lips part and he continued to press in, to stretch me wider.

“Onto your knees for me, Little Sparrow.” His hands cupped my bottom, providing me with balance as I obeyed and sank lower, positioning my knees on either side of his.

An involuntary whimper escaped me as he pushed farther inside.

The sound made him pause and make an obvious effort to control himself; he dug his fingers into my skin and held them there, keeping me suspended and still as he asked, “Am I hurting you?”

He was, but I didn’t want him to stop.

I shook my head, draping my arms around his neck, further supporting myself as I dropped my knees fully to the ground and pulled him the rest of the way in.

He cursed, bowing his head to me, face briefly disappearing in the waves of hair cascading over my shoulder. “You’re so tight,” he growled.

His lips found the sensitive pulse of my throat. He kissed me roughly, and my hips moved of their own accord in response, rocking against him, desperate to match the intensity of his tongue and his touch.

With every rise and fall of my body against his, the pain faded a little more, until there was nothing left but pleasure. Nothing but his hard body colliding with the softness of mine, his powerful warmth radiating through me, his strong hands touching, securing, revering every inch of me.

His fingertips smoothed slow, deliberate trails up and down my spine, dropping lower each time, and a breathy cry escaped me as the first ripple of release curled through my stomach.

He felt me tightening around him—how close I already was—and his eyes took on the same wicked glint they had earlier.

He stopped being gentle. His godly strength was on full display as his hands slid to the backs of my thighs and easily lifted me up and down against him, pounding fully into me again and again until I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak aside from gasping attempts at his name.

He slowed, baring his teeth, pulling me hard against him, throbbing deeply inside while he held me still. “The sound of my name from your lips like that,” he growled, “is going to be the end of me.”

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