Shield of Sparrows (Shield of Sparrows, #1)

by Devney Perry

heights, taking me to the edge only to haul me back, dragging it out for hours until I begged him to come. Last night was all about pleasure. About a release. But this lazy morning felt different. Important. It was about the feel of us joined together. The words neither of us were ready to say. He drove inside, hitting the spot that made me gasp. It was as if the power from his body swept into mine, the strength, the resilience. He rolled his hips, bringing us together in long, languid strokes until I shattered. He muffled my moans with his hand covering my mouth, burying his own in the thickness of my hair. Beyond these walls, beyond that open window, the Turans thought I was married to Zavier. Within them, I was Ransom’s. We came together, clinging to each other until we were boneless, panting for breath. He lifted to his elbows, taking most of his weight, and stared down at me with eyes that shone every shade of green. Like every morning, the green didn’t last. His gaze drifted to my throat, and his eyes seemed to take on the mottled yellow of my neck, transforming to hazel. A frown tugged down the corners of his mouth. Even after the bruises faded, I doubted he’d ever look at my neck without a ghost of a frown on his lips. I ran my hand through his hair, pushing hard at the strands until he met my gaze. “Not your fault.” He gave me a sad smile before dipping to kiss my throat. “My fault.” His sigh tickled my neck, and then Ransom rolled out of bed and walked naked to t...