It’s been two weeks since the accident with the woman I will never speak of again. It’s tragic the way she went, but her death is on her own hands, and I have to learn to accept that. I blamed myself for a few days, but Xander made it a personal mission to see that I stop that, and with just a few words from him, I did. 

Learning to let go and let what is, be, I have come to feel safe. I don’t worry about her and the threat she caused my keeper and my family. She is no longer here to hurt all the things that I love. 

“Good morning, sweet baby,” Xander whispers across the skin of my shoulder. I lie bare in the early morning light seeping in through the window of our bedroom, and I smile. 

“Good morning, my love,” I respond, warmth filling my stomach. I turn in his arms, and my bare chest grazes his. My heavens, he is still so beautiful. Day by day, he grows older and wiser and more handsome than the last. He will destroy me. 

“What will this Saturday bring us?” I kiss his chest from one side of his collarbone to the other, his abs bunching under my fingers as they dance over them. 

“I have a lot of things to show you, but I can never start my day without the touch of my little bird.” 

“Do you want me, Xander?” I play coy and tease him. 

“Every second. How does the lady of the house want it?” 

“I want you to make love without inhibition. Touch me and say things to me that you wouldn't say before.” I’m in the mood to mate with my keeper. I want to be ravished by him. 

His cock is hard and he is already undressed. “I want you on top, pretty thing.” He rubs my cheek with his thumb. 

“Anything for you.”

He rolls to his back, placing his arms behind his head as he watches me. Letting me take control while he enjoys the show. He catches his lip between his teeth, and my core tightens in anticipation. I straddle him, sitting up on my knees, and still his cock grazes my clit. Xander is a real man, his cock long and thick, smooth and rock-hard. I’ve never wanted anything else. His abs are tight, his chest peppered with hair only adding to my attraction to him. 

“Pinch your little nipples, sweet thing.” He doesn't move his hands from behind his head yet, and I swear this whole scenario is going to be my undoing. I follow his orders, squeaking as I pinch the tight buds. “Good girl, now slide down my cock, slowly, little bird. Don’t get greedy.”

I nod, my lips pouting naturally and my eyes round. I balance my hands on his chest and slowly glide myself down his shaft. 

“Oh!” I cry, his cock still stretching me almost painfully, even after months of being with him again. 

“Fuck. So tight and wet. Fucking hot. Your pussy is so greedy.” I nod, biting my lip knowingly. He wants me to play the innocent girl who doesn't know what she's doing. I like to act the part, since it was who I was when he first had me. Nostalgia fills me. 

“Fuck me, sweet girl. Move those sinful hips up and down. Come on, little bird, don’t be shy.” We roleplay. 

“Oh, oh!” I scream when he sets me into motion by bucking up into me with what looks like little effort. Xander is so strong and experienced. He doesn't just fuck me; he owns me. 

He still hasn't moved his hands and I take advantage, controlling the motions as I start to ride him. Leaning back, I grab onto his shins and glide my pussy up and down his girth as he watches our connection with fire in his eyes. 

“Fuck, that’s a slutty cunt. My slutty cunt.”

I whimper like a wounded animal when he talks like that. I love when he speaks to me in such a crass manner, so much different than his usual collected and educated demeanor. 

“Choke me,” I beg, needing that dark and demanding touch. I ride him faster, my walls squeezing tighter with each thrust. My body doesn't want to let him go, my pussy just as eager as my heart. 

“Easy, baby. Don’t go so fast. We have all morning.” He moves one hand from behind his head, the other one keeping its place. Bringing his hand to the side of my upper thigh, he slaps it then soothes it with a hard squeeze and massage. 

I bear down on him. “Xander!” I scream, and he leaves my thigh, bringing two fingers to my mouth. Shoving them deep in my mouth, I suck on them as if it were his cock, and I keep a steady pace. 

I moan around his fingers, aroused tears flooding my eyes. It feels too good. It’s overwhelming. 

“That’s right. Take the pleasure, baby. Let those tears fall against your pretty tits. Let them slide down your growing stomach and then over that perfect pussy.”

I groan around his fingers as my tears fall, hitting my chest as I start to ride him faster, chasing my orgasm, or better yet, running far away from it. 

“There it is. I feel it coming, baby. Let go, relax your mind, and give your master what he wants.” 

He can feel my orgasm, and I know it because it’s pumping through my veins, beating out of my chest, and consuming my entire body. 

“I can’t until you take control, keeper. I can’t do it,” I admit on a cry, and that’s when it happens. Little bird gets what she’s wanted all along. 

Xander moves quickly, flipping us so he’s on top, hovering over me, with his weight on his fists beside my head. 

“Take it, baby. Fucking soak me.” He fucks me, yet still gentle enough to not hurt me or our baby. That turns me on even more. He is so kind, gentle, and aware of me. I treasure his honor and protection. 

“I want us to come at the same time, baby. Please,” I beg. 

“Fuck, say it then.” He pushes in harder, hitting my cervix. 

“My keeper you are, and my keeper you will always be,” I rush out, my eyes rolling back and my soul leaving my body. I come then, my juices leaving me like he asked. 

“Goddammit,” he roars, coming inside me, our orgasms becoming one. I don't know when mine stops, because his goes on and on. I become nearly paralyzed. 

“Xander, what are you doing?” I ask when he starts up again, his cock hard inside me still. 

“I’m not done with you, woman. Not even close, my love.”

My heart dissolves into mush. Xander takes what he wants for the next hour, and I nearly lose full function of my legs by the time he is done with me. 

“Sparrow,” he whispers into the quiet room, our lovemaking finally settled. 

“What?” I ask, drawing patterns along his abs as I stay snuggled into his side. 

“I want to name our little one Sparrow.”

I smile wide, my dimples showing. I get the reference. “Because she is our baby bird,” I whisper back. 

“Yes. I keep seeing sparrows in my dreams, so I looked up the meaning and it felt right.” 

“What does it mean?” I lay my head on his chest and he plays with my long, dark locks. 

“They say when you see sparrows in your dreams it’s a sign of freedom. It represents joy and happiness. It marks the symbol of innocence. Our daughter was the start of us. If you didn't take it upon yourself to create her, we wouldn’t have us.”

I feel my heart bloom in my chest. How in the world could a man so dangerous and dark be so kind and warm and already a perfect father? 

“Xander—” 

“You did this. You gave me a life.”

I turn a little so he can fully rub his calloused hand against my six-month belly. “We did this. Xander, I wouldn't have done such a thing if you didn't love me. I knew we were meant to be, because you made me feel it here.” I touch his heart with my lips as my free hand touches mine. 

“You know if this were a story, we would be the bad guys, the ones you should despise.” 

“I would be the bad guy, the dangerous one, the one to despise over and over again, in any realm. I am crazy, Xander, and I would go through great lengths to keep you.” My eye twitches a little, my body heating at the thought of ever losing him again. I feel the inner psycho in me coming out to play.

“And I would be your keeper, awakening that dark side in you, over and over again.” 

“Promise me this,” I start, moving from my laid-out position to straddling his stomach. I wrap my hand tightly around his neck and breathe heavily, needing to hear him say it. “Tell me that you’ll never leave me, but that you’ll always stay and keep me crazy.”

His lip curl in a sinister grin, and he reaches up to mimic me. Grabbing my neck, he squeezes enough to solidify his stance, but not enough to cause me harm or leave a mark. 

“You belong to me, little bird, my crazy girl. Now, don't play with fire. Tell me you’re mine,” he demands, tightening his grip. 

A brief moment passes, and I smile wickedly as we sit with each other’s hands at our throats. “I am always yours, Professor Stine. I’m a good little bird for my keeper.” 

He growls approvingly. “Good, now get on your knees and say sorry for ever thinking otherwise.”

I don't say a word. I just follow his orders, climbing from him and dropping to my knees beside the bed. He sits up and places his feet on either side of my knees. 

“Sorry, my keeper,” I tell him with sincerity. I scoot back a little and kiss the tops of his feet, and he rewards me with a soft petting. And just like that, my wings spread wide, the black feathers shiny and full, healed and beautiful. 

“Stand up and let’s go bathe. I have a surprise for you this evening. I need you clean and ready by five.” With that, he stands and grabs his sweatpants from the floor, leading the way to the bathroom to start my bath. Instead of standing, I crawl proudly, satisfied and blissful inside.