“You’re so perfect,” Sparrow praises me again in between tongue-heavy kisses. “So beautiful, so strong, so fucking good for me.” Each one of his purred words vibrates inside of me. “You’re mine, Xaviaro,” he growls, and stars dance behind my eyelids. He snaps his hips faster, rutting against me harder and more desperately. “And if anyone else ever touches you again, I’ll break their fingers one by one. Mine.”
