Flame and Sparrow (Flame and Sparrow Duology Book 1)

by S.M. Gaither

I should have protested. Then his fingers reached around my front and slipped between my legs, and I no longer wanted to do anything except surrender to him, just as I had yesterday. His touch was lazy, almost, compared to last night, but he still knew precisely what he was doing; even half-asleep, he was still talented with his fingers, alternating between feather-light taps and deliberate, massaging touches until I was slick and pulsing with need. He urged my legs apart. As I spread open for him, he stretched me even wider with one of his large hands, slipping just the tip of a finger inside as he did. He teased with that tip, dipping it in and out, playing at my most sensitive nerve endings for a minute before pushing deeper. I arched my back and clenched my legs around his hand, and his hips lifted in response, pressing his hard length between my thighs. Feeling it twitch and throb drew a needy little cry from my lips. My head tilted back, and his lips fell upon my exposed throat, kissing even harder than before, his tongue lashing and teeth nipping hard enough that it would likely leave a mark. And Gods help me, I wanted it to leave a mark. He rolled me onto my back, and his eyes never left mine as he slid his pants down and freed himself. It looked as massive as it had felt, and as I watched him stroke the length of it, every part of me buzzed with need. “Did you dream about me last night, my Sparrow?” He leaned over me, bringing his lips to mine, supporting himself ...