Chapter 15
Everything that was happening was basically the opposite of anything Chloe had ever done or experienced, from this beautiful, peaceful place, to a gorgeous, sexy fox demon gently pressing her to the wall and—
"Oh," Chloe gasped as Sparrow's tongue slipped into her most private place. His touch was gentle, warm and wet, and Chloe was grateful for the wall behind her as her knees went soft with the pleasure of it.
His big green eyes always looked at her with such devotion—such love—that any part of her that wanted to resist or thought she wasn't ready was overcome by it. And the moment she'd kissed him this time, she knew with certainty that Sparrow would never hurt her. That was something she could never have been sure of with any other person in the world. But she knew it was true with him.
And God, she wanted him badly enough her body burned with desire.
Instinctively, she spread her legs to grant him better access. His tongue wriggled against her, flicked, sending tiny zaps of pleasure throughout her lower body. Sparrow moaned, and Chloe pressed one hand against the wall at her hip in an attempt to anchor herself in place. Her other hand rested on top of his head, her fingers sinking into his soft, thick hair.
His tongue flattened against her, then curled deeper, and Chloe’s head fell back until the wall stopped her. Sparrow toyed with her clit, pushing her to a new height of pleasure with each swipe of his tongue. This brand of pleasure wasn’t one she had much experience with. Norman had done this rarely, and had never done it well enough for Chloe to want him to continue. If anyone else she’d been bold enough to go to bed with after leaving him had done it, she didn’t remember, which meant it couldn’t have been that good anyway.
Sparrow, on the other hand, didn’t just seem intent on giving her pleasure. It was as if he worshiped her this way, pledging his devotion to her with his mouth and tongue.
Sparrow sucked on her clit, and Chloe heaved in a breath then cried out when his fingers pushed inside her. Her cry seemed to inflame his passions, because he sucked harder, licked faster, and pressed his mouth against her, devouring her with low moans and shaky breaths.
Sparrow stopped and looked up at her, his lips dark pink and wet, his eyes a deeper green than before. “My goddess,” he breathed, then dipped forward again and mouthed her, fingers filling her, until Chloe felt the floor shift beneath her feet and she came with a choked-off scream.
The wall behind her didn’t seem to matter anymore as her body arched in pleasure. Sparrow kept his tongue against her as she snapped forward, a roll from her shoulders down until she was pressing herself out, practically riding his talented mouth. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she cried out. After a third bone-shuddering wave of pleasure left her feeling boneless, Sparrow stood before her, those deep and gorgeous green eyes practically glowing with lust.
Chloe heard a soft tearing, a light snap and something hard pinging against the floor. The buttons of her shirt. Sparrow had pulled it open and gazed at her with open want. She leaned forward—one of them would have to reach behind her and unhook her bra—but Sparrow touched the center in the front and it simply split, opening for his hands. He slid his hands against her breasts, pushing the cups of her bra out of the way, and weighed them in his hands.
Between one blink and the next, they no longer stood with Chloe braced against the wall, skirt wrapped around her waist, shirt and bra torn open. In an imperceptible moment, they’d gone from there to the softest bed Chloe had ever laid upon, her clothes completely gone, with Sparrow on top of her, stroking her breasts. He straddled one of her legs, most of his weight supported on the knee between them. His thigh pressed firmly against her hot, wet center.
Chloe gasped and arched her back to grind against his thigh and was rewarded with Sparrow’s clever tongue lapping one of her peaked nipples before he sucked it into his mouth. He kneaded her other breast, thumbing its hard peak.
With a giddy feeling, Chloe realized that if she kept shifting against his leg, she was going to come again.
No one had ever made her feel this way—not even close. Was this because she’d gone so long without a man’s touch, or because he was magic? Or was it because they truly were meant to be together?
Those questions fled her mind as she arched and rocked against the hard muscle of Sparrow’s thigh, and shouted as another orgasm shuddered through her.
Sparrow pressed his face between her breasts and laughed breathily before mouthing her other nipple in turn. It felt so good, so right, and despite having come twice already, she wanted him inside her. Chloe wanted to do so much—to look at him, to take him into her mouth and make him shout the way she had—but more than anything else at that moment, she wanted to feel his cock inside her and look into his eyes, and know…he was hers.
“Sparrow,” she whispered, and it was as if he knew what she was thinking, because he lifted his face to gaze down at her as he moved fully between her legs. His head slightly tilted, he shifted forward, and his cockhead spread her open.
Chloe sighed as he sank into her, the slight burn of intrusion easing quickly as her body adjusted for his impressive size. She hadn’t even gotten a good look at him, but it didn’t matter. She needed this now, and Sparrow seemed to need it too.
His cock filled her more perfectly than anyone ever had. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper. Sparrow’s eyes went glassy, and he licked his lips.
“Goddess,” he breathed, as if in awe. “You’re perfect. But I knew you would be.”
Chloe’s hands went to his face, fingertips tracing his fine cheekbones, until her hands sank into the hair at his neck. Words she couldn’t have imagined saying before that moment fell from her lips. “I’m yours, Sparrow. I need this. I need you.”
He gasped and kissed her deeply, hungrily, and when he lifted his face again, their lips still brushing, he rocked his hips back and forward, and fell into a slow but steady rhythm. No one had ever been as gentle or driven her as crazy. Norman had been gentle, at first, but the longer they were together, the less he’d seemed concerned about her or her feelings. And the couple of little flings she’d had since turned out to be all about getting off fast and hard, with no time for tenderness.
But Sparrow was perfect, as if he knew exactly when she needed gentleness, and exactly when she was ready for more.
He drove into her, their bodies slapping together as she drew him closer with her legs around him, and pulled him down by his neck and shoulders. She couldn’t get enough of him.
“Yes,” she breathed as he snapped his hips faster, almost instinctively knowing what she needed. “Sparrow…”
He groaned in pleasure, shuddered against her, and between harsh breaths said, “Your power…will return soon.”
Chloe tossed her head side to side and cupped the back of his neck to make him meet her eyes. “I don’t even care. I just want you.” And unbidden, the words came. “I love you.”
His tongue slipped out to glide over his bottom lip, and Chloe couldn’t resist it. She rose up enough to capture that tongue between her lips and kiss him, overwhelmed by the need to come around his thick length and feel him lose himself inside her.
“I love you, Chloe,” he said into their kiss.
“Show me,” she breathed. “Fuck me, Sparrow, fuck m—”
Chloe screamed as he bucked forward, deep into her, sending her over the edge of her own orgasm. He felt impossibly huge inside her, and then he bucked again, his shout joining hers as he came.
Pleasure like she’d never known crashed into her, and for a moment Chloe genuinely thought she would lose consciousness. It was pleasure so acute, so focused on every part of her, that it was almost too much to take. She could never have imagined anything feeling that way, and Chloe realized it went beyond even the best orgasm she’d ever had.
Something else was happening.
The fingers of one hand tightened in Sparrow’s hair, and the other clawed at the sheets beneath her, like she needed to hang on to the bed or be swept away on a tide of sheer physical bliss. Despite these two hand-holds, Chloe felt unmoored, as if she’d been launched from the bed, she and Sparrow both, and they floated in some space with no beginning or ending.
Her eyes focused again to see his sparkling green ones staring back. They still lay there, Sparrow buried inside her and flushed from his own pleasure.
Heat between her legs spread upward, outward, down her thighs to her toes, to her fingertips and the top of her head. Another wave of pleasure broke inside her, but this time not from an orgasm. This came from somewhere else.
Sparrow smiled at her, a knowing smile, and whispered, “Do you see now, Chloe?” Tears shimmered in his eyes. “Do you see what you are?”
She didn’t see anything, but she couldn’t say as much. Her body didn’t feel like her own, except the pleasure that kept growing in her center and expanding like a sunburst. It rolled through her, and she had to close her eyes to bear it, her body arching and contracting around him again.