Flame and Sparrow (Flame and Sparrow Duology Book 1)

by S.M. Gaither

His mouth crashed back to mine. I let go of all my questions as he sank deeper into me, his tongue pushing in and dancing against mine, his hands tangling in my hair and clothing. My touches soon mirrored his—eager and desperate to unravel him, to touch every inch of skin I could. As I unbuttoned his shirt, he slipped a hand around to the small of my back, cradling me as he dropped to his knees and eased me down along with him. The grass was luxuriously soft, crushing easily beneath me, but he still slipped the cloak from my shoulders and spread it out behind me like a blanket. There was no need for the garment’s warmth anymore; the air teemed with his aroused power, heated to the point of near-sweltering. There was a fire building in my blood at the same time, blazing so intensely that I encouraged him to keep going until he had stripped away all but my thin undergarments. I had a brief moment of self-consciousness reclining there, almost fully naked, on the hilltop; any of the gods or their servants might have stumbled upon us. Then Dravyn shrugged his shirt off and tossed it aside, and I decided I didn’t care who saw us—I only cared about digging my nails into the ridges of his muscles and feeling his warm, hard flesh pressed flush against my own. I pulled my camisole over my head and added it to the pile of our discarded clothing. He watched me moving in the light of the fire-dotted sky, and I couldn’t help feeling beautiful beneath his admiring gaze, all my scars and ...