Page 41 of Little Sparrow

Icantellsomethingis wrong as soon as I step in her room. Rose is quiet, sitting in front of her vanity mirror just staring at herself. Her face is blank and for once, I can’t tell what she is truly thinking. Her smile never reaches her eyes when she notices me in the reflection. I scan the room, nothing seems out of place. I step into her personal space and notice the red around her eyes. “What happened?” but she shakes her head.Shakes her fucking head.

My hand wraps around her head and I grasp her chin, turning her so she can look me in the eyes and not through a mirror, her body follows. There is a storm brewing, she needs reassurance of our relationship. There’s no confidence from her right now, her eyes won’t stay on mine for longer than half a second.

“Tell me what happened, I’ll fix it.” I give her a soft kiss on the lips. When I pull apart, at a closer look I notice her eyes are puffy and her nose is red, she must have been crying all afternoon.

“You can’t fix this,” she whispers, her shoulders slump and she breaks eye contact. I’m losing her. I caress her face, “I’ll do my best, I would do anything to see you smile.” She gives me a small one, it’s not enough. She looks down at her hands, “How do you feel about me?” Her voice sounds weak, defeated.

I’m blown back by her question, I have never been good with words so I explain it the best way I could. “You’re my addiction, every taste of you, I need more. Not just a little bit more, it’s everything with you.” It’s not a sexual need I have for her, I want to hold her in public. Tell everyone she is mine. No more secrets.

“I’m deadly. You’ve felt it before. I could have done so much worse. I would have enjoyed the taste of your soul.” She bites her lower lip, it looks cracked as though she had been chewing on it while waiting for me.

“I don’t believe you would ever kill me,” I lean down and brush my lips against hers, I’m holding on too tight so she can’t pull away from me. “Do you understand that we will always belong to each other?” I believe that’s why we met in the dreams; destiny. I never believed in that shit before, but it’s not a coincidence she’s here.

Her eyes widen as she listens, her pretty pink lips open and close as though she wants to say something, I let go of her to give her the movement she might need. Voices outside stop her from talking and she stands up straight. She takes steps away until her knees hit the mattress and she slumps on it. “I know about Karalina.” She murmurs, as though she doesn’t want anyone to hear, if it’s not loud enough it wouldn’t be true.

“She’s nothing to me.” I slice my hand through the air, hoping it proves a point.

“She is beautiful. I remember her from the dinner,” Rose deflates. Fuck.

I move to squat down in front of her. “The bitch is nothing to me, you’re the one I want. The one I’m crazy for. She was only ever a stand in for you. It’s always been you.” Rose stands and walks towards the balcony glass door, putting more space between us. Everytime I get close, she backs away. I’m sure it hurts us both at the same time.

“You shouldn’t be. We need to stop this before feelings get involved. It’s best for both of us.” She shrugs but doesn’t look at me as she speaks, her voice is flat, it’s as though she has been practising this speech all afternoon. She knows without a source for sex she will slowly die. She could not have found someone else, I don’t believe she would. Does she want to die?

I stormed over to her “No. Look at me.” She slowly turns but keeps her eyes downcast. She’s slipping away from me, I need her back.

My fingers grasp her chin and lift her head up “We can’t -” she doesn’t get to finish, I shut her up with a kiss, at first she fights against me. I pull away “No,amore mio. I’m not letting you go. Not now, not ever.” She freezes and pulls back, this time I let her. I want her to see the truth in my eyes, she ismy love. She stares at me like she thought no one could ever feel this way about her, like she was unworthy. I give her a moment to let it set in. For her to make the decision.

Rose pulls me down for a bruising kiss this time. We are messy in our haze of passion. I undo the button on her shorts and they drop to the ground, no underwear. Fucking perfection. I yank off the top she is wearing. She rips my shirt open, buttons scattering along the floor, I shrug it off. I pick up Rose and her legs wrap around my waist. “Me and you. Just us.” I rush undoing my trousers, pressing her up against the wall as I let them drop to the floor too, freeing my hard cock. “Say it, Rose.”

“Me and you.” She mumbles against my lips and I rub my cock along her slit, she’s already wet for me. I impale her onto me, hard and we both still, I’m savouring this moment. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want her. My head drops in between her neck and shoulder. The darkness pulls at me everywhere. She has imprinted herself in my mind, my body and my fucking soul. I’m hers, for eternity.

Her legs tighten against me and I pull my cock back and thrust back in, I fuck her desperately, passionately. Like a man in love trying to hold onto the one person he wants to keep safe for the rest of his life. I don’t care about the noise, I care about nothing, only her.

“Marry me Rose, be mine. For good.” I don’t stop the rhythm of my hips but my lips search for hers. I whisper against her “Take my soul.” Her head tips back and her moans echo in the room, I nibble on her neck, and her pulse races beneath me. The only sounds are her and our bodies slamming together. I don’t think she realises it but I’m serious about my soul. Without her, I don’t need it. I’m not even wearing the amulet. She is too lost in ecstasy to respond to anything I’m saying. I can’t stop. I need her to know how much I truly want her. She is everything.

Her pussy strangles my cock when she comes all over me, her body convulsing against mine. I slow down to ride out her orgasm, her eyes glow like fire. It’s mesmerising. They get brighter every single time we are together. People say eyes are the window to the soul, but I’m looking into the gates of raw power.

My hips speed up again to chase my own release. Being inside her is pure bliss. I could never have imagined someone so perfect for me. A growl comes from deep in my chest as I come inside her. My legs feel weak but I don’t move. I just hold her, the light filtering through the window making her skin glow as the sun sets. I run my nose along hers. “You’re mine. Trust me when I say I’ll fix this.” Her lips brush against mine as she gives a small nod. I just hope she believes me.

Chapter forty-six

Rose

Dantestaysinsideme,carrying me to the bed. I know I'm being reckless, telling myself this one last time won’t hurt. This is our goodbye. I’m hurting myself more and I know it. I’ll be hurting him too. Guilt eats me up inside at the realisation.

He eventually pulls out of me, leaving me empty, but instead of leaving my room this time, he climbs in bed beside me. His large arms curl around my naked body, pulling us close together holding me in his arms tightly with his arm resting under my neck. He kisses my shoulder. “Stop overthinking everything with us, it will work out.”

He told me to take his soul. Even if I wanted to, there is part of me that screams no. My mind won’t let me no matter what. But I had still tried and I couldn’t, something else was happening. It felt weird.

“I mean everything I said, I want you to be by my side when I take over. You’re not a pet, you never were. You are destined to be a Queen, everyone will be on their knees for you, even me, your King, will be on my knees. Never for anyone else, only you.” he whispers into my hair, his hot breath sweeps along the back of my neck.

Still, I should choose my mum over him. He will have Karalina and their heirs. There is nothing I can do to stop it. This last moment with him I will take and treasure it forever. He will forget about me in time, he will be happy in the future that we never worked out. Our worlds don’t belong together. Just like he fought to push me away before.

A tear drips down my cheek, I fidget in his hold to try and wipe it away subtly, but he holds on tighter, so I just let those rogue tears fall and disappear into my hair. My body turns and I rest my cheek on his chest, I can’t help but run my fingers over his tattoo. A dreamcatcher surrounded by roses. He doesn’t say anything, just lets me trace over it.

It was for me. But he needs to forget. I’m just one tattoo among many.

Eventually, I become exhausted from all the emotions twisting me inside and start to drift off to sleep, with the warmth of Dante under me, I want to cherish our last moments.

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