Flame and Sparrow (Flame and Sparrow Duology Book 1)

by S.M. Gaither

His nose brushed mine. His warm breath fanned over my skin, making my lips tingle. The hand against my back moved, trailing up my spine, while the other closed lightly around my throat. “I find myself suddenly curious,” he said. “Curious?” “About what else you would allow.” His lips hovered over mine. Waiting. Wanting. A god powerful enough to forge suns and level entire towns…was asking my permission. I couldn’t deny I wanted him, even though I now realized—more than ever—what I was getting myself into. What he’d done. What he was capable of. He was so beautiful, but so dangerous, so wrong, and everything I had ever believed felt like it was in danger of catching fire, disintegrating from the heat of his touch. But gods how I wanted to burn with him. I draped my arms around his neck, balancing myself more fully against him. Slowly, I brought my mouth to his, parting my lips, giving him permission, inviting him in. As his tongue pushed its way into my mouth, I felt his arousal stirring underneath me. The throbbing hardness made me inhale sharply, and he responded by deepening the kiss, devouring me so completely I could barely breathe. One hand stayed against my back, holding me in place, while the one at my throat fell, slipping between my legs. I’d had nothing to put underneath the clothing I’d borrowed from him, so it was bare skin that his fingertips found when they slid under the hem of his shirt and rubbed their way up my thighs to the aching center of me. A low note...