“You’re my sparrow.” He tilted his head. “Come here.”
She dragged herself to him, each step a slow, painful trudge. Cal made himself still, waiting, until she halted two feet away, just out of reach. She was biting her lip to keep it from trembling.
“Closer,” he commanded softly.
She scooted a half-inch nearer.
“Closer, Nadine.”
Nadine gave him a teary, defiant look before closing the rest of the distance in one large, clumsy step, before sinking in front of him as if her pockets were weighted with stones. Cal felt the shift of fabric at his thighs as she tugged on the zipper, releasing him from his jeans.
Then he felt a whisper of breath, the teasing graze of her lips.
“Good girl,” he breathed, sliding his hands into her hair.“Yes.”
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It was different this time. This was no slow seduction, no candlelight vigil for innocence lost. Now she knew exactly whathe was, and he could feel the tension in her body like a spring in a stubborn lock. It gave an edge to the movements of her mouth that he could feel and taste, like spiced honey on his tongue. It made him shiver.
He slid off the bed and picked her up from the floor, dropping her onto the mattress. On his hands and knees, he crawled over her body and gave a tug at her waistband that had her lifting her hips in reluctant acquiescence. With a deep exhale, he lifted her shirt and then he seated himself inside her, surrounding himself in his sparrow’s softness while she tried not to cry out.
“I’m sorry it hurts, Nadine.” He thumbed the corner of her swollen mouth, fingers brushing over her jaw. “But this is all I have to give you, and I love seeing you try to take it.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, in a voice like venom.
That poisoned note struck a vicious chord inside him; he took her where she lay, his eagerness ferocious as he savored her, the staccato of her heart pounding against his chest as every roll of his hips brought them flush. She tried to be silent but they were too close for lies, and he heard every sound that left her throat.
Cal clamped his hand down over her throat, pinning her to the bed by her neck as he came inside her. Nadine lay beneath him, staring up at the ceiling, her breathing harsh. Her chest pressed against his with every exhalation, as if she were fighting him for the right to life itself.
When he leaned back, her thighs still spread open around him, Cal could see the drip of come from her tender, swollen cunt before she shifted her hips away, pressing her legs together.
Her eyes snapped back towards him in shock when he reached between them, and pushed his come back in with two fingers, curling them deep until she choked out, “Don’t.”
“I thought you’d figured out what I wanted.” He gripped her thighs, dragging her closer to the edge of the bed. “It’s as tradition dictates, Nadine. A raven needs a sparrow—and you are mine.”
“What?” She shot up as he yanked her pants the rest of the way off, gripping the waistband where it dangled around her calves in a futile attempt to fend him off. “No! Don’t do that!”
“You’re mine.” Her inner thigh was trembling now. “Lie back, sparrow.”
She jumped at the first touch of his tongue, prompting him to hold her down by the hips. Nadine offered no direction, so he looked at her hands, clenched around the sheets like she wanted to claw through them. Her fingers twitched with every unhurried stroke of his tongue. “Why are you doing this?” she grated out, breathing in raggedly. “You could just take what you want.”
“That’s not what I want.” He trailed his fingers over her belly. “I want to please you.”
“You can’t.”
Cal moved slower than he wanted, keeping every touch slow and exploratory. Her stomach muscles jumped involuntarily at the chafe of the stubble around his mouth. When he tongued the apex of her slit, her hands convulsed.
“Cal—”
“Say you’re mine.”
“I won’t,” she gasped.
He slid his fingers inside her again, spreading himself all over her walls as he sucked on her clit, gradually increasingpressure and suction until her body bucked under his mouth. At the graze of his teeth, she let out a loud whimper that made him hard again.
“Please.” It was muffled. She was covering her mouth with her hand. “No.”
“Say what I want to hear,” he told her.
