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Trying to control my arms is like operating a marionette, but I somehow get them to Bastien. I claw and grab whatever I can reach. “Bastien. Inside.”
The sexy man shoots up the length of me, wiping his glistening chin as he rises. I only get a second to enjoy the visual of him hovering over me as he lifts away to roll on the condom. Then, like a predator stalking his prey, Bastien slowly crawls toward me again, settling between my open thighs. Before his lips touch mine again, he warns, “Take a deep breath, baby.”
I shiver at his words and at his kiss laced with a salty essence, but all my focus shifts down as the head of his big cock begins pushing into me.
Bastien
Birdie stops kissing me, so I pull up to study her face. Her eyes are closed, and she’s completely lost in the moment, and I’ve barely begun. I have to fight for every inch in her tight sheath. “Take it, Birdie. Take every fucking bit of me.”
Beads of sweat dot my brow with the effort to go slow. It’s been a long time for her if she’s this tight. Birdie whimpers. “Does it hurt, baby?”
She bites her lip and nods. “It’ll feel better soon.”
I bottom out and hold, allowing Birdie the chance to adjust to me. “Fuck, baby. That’s my good girl. I knew you could take all of me.”
I dip my head and take her lips again, knowing she can taste herself on my tongue.
Birdie sighs into the kiss this time, just lets go. Her surrender does something to me. Something profound. My fate is sealed.
As I begin moving within her, Birdie makes the most beautiful sounds. Her pleasured moans and the absolute contentment on her face disarm me completely. With every stroke, the rage fades. All that’s left is a desire to keep that look on Birdie’s face. “You feel so good.”
Her body is heaven, soft and warm. I take her slowly, wanting to draw this out as long as possible. When Birdie starts lifting her hips to meet my thrusts, I pick up the pace, rolling my pelvis to hit everything that needs to be hit to make her crazy.
Birdie calls out my name, drunk on lust. The sound pushes me over the edge. I push up onto my hands and rocket into her repeatedly until she’s screaming through another orgasm. My back is coated in sweat, but I can’t stop, not if there’s any chance I can do that to her again.
Birdie goes limp beneath me, and her beautiful eyes open and lock onto mine. Wearing the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen, she reaches up and touches my cheek. The moment her fingertips brush my jaw, I erupt into the most powerful release of my life.
Every bit of my strength vanishes, and I collapse onto her chest, sucking wind. Birdie’s hands move to my head, now resting between her breasts. “You’re no monster,” she whispers.
I am very much still a monster, but no match for the power of this siren.
The two of us lie as we are for a long time, not speaking. Birdie draws her fingers over my scalp while I do nothing more than hold onto her. Eventually, knowing I need to deal with the condom, I pull out of her and walk to the bathroom to dispose of it.
Birdie’s covered up with a sheet when I return. I pull it back long enough to slide into the bed beside her. Lying on my side, propped on an elbow, I use the other hand to explore all the soft curves I haven’t gotten to experience yet. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No way,” she declares, then with a dreamy smile, she says, “I had no idea.”
Birdie’s face flushes red as her voice trails off. I can’t guess what’s making her feel embarrassed. Unless… this was her first time. “Have you never done this before?”
Birdie squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head. I reach over and tap her cheek to make her look at me. “You’re crazy brave to take me on like you did. But why didn’t you tell me?”
Her eyes turn serious. “If I had said something, you would have retreated into your box, and we would have had to start all over again.”
Like I said, brave.
“So, what happens now?” she timidly asks. “I think I’ve kind of proven that you’re not going to beat up an innocent.”
Narrowing my eyes, I lean close. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten your little stunt this afternoon.”
Birdie flops to her back and crosses her arms. “No stunt. I had a job to do, and I did it. All I promised you was that I’d be safe, which I was. But we’re not starting that argument again unless the end result will be the same.”
She wants this again. Shaking my head from the shock, I reply, “Sorry, Petit Oiseau. That was my only condom.”
She shrugs. “I’m on birth control. What does Petit Oiseau mean?”
“Little bird,” I answer softly, still hung up on her desire for a repeat performance. Then, remembering her statement before that, I add, “And unless you want to be caged, you’re going to stay safe on campus when I join my team in DC tomorrow.”
“I promise to stay safe on campus and only leave if I’m followed—”
