Page 129 of Swan

But my birdy wanted me. As I tickled her clit with a finger and she gasped into my mouth, I thrust in. Her arms tightened, nails digging, and she sucked in a sharp breath.

“Birdy?”

She blew out a breath. “I’m okay.” She looked up at me. “I’m good.”

“I can stop.” I would take on the worst case of blue balls if it meant she’d be at ease.

“Don’t you dare.” She kissed my jaw. “Want more, please.”

“Fuck, my beautiful little birdy needs her man.”

“Yes. Now.” Her teeth scraped over my jaw. I pulled out and back in. She hummed. “Oh, t-that’s better.” I did it again over and over until she was panting for a different reason altogether.

I went to my palms and hovered. Looking between us, I caught the blood over us.

Christ.

Seeing it pleased a primal side of me. A tingle raced down my spine, drawing me closer to the end.

“Drake.” She moaned, holding onto my arms as I pumped in and out. She mewled when I glided a finger over her clit and tightened even more. Milking me.

It was pure luck her orgasm rolled through her just as I groaned and kissed her as I came into her wet heat. Body taut, toes curled, my thrusts slowed as I emptied every last fucking drop inside her. Marking her as mine.

Lazily and slowly, I kissed her some more. Resting over her, I pulled away to stare down at the woman who’d stolen my heart years ago.

She was mine in more ways than one.

“You good?”

Her cheeks heated, but she smiled shyly. “Very.”

Smirking, I kissed her nose. “Gonna run a bath. We’re gonna soak, and then I’ll change the sheets before we veg in front of the TV.”

“Sounds like the perfect day.”

It would be. I’d make sure of it.

Swan sat back with her hand over her belly. “That was delicious.” We’d just finished dinner that I made after watching two movies.

I couldn’t believe she was here in my place. She looked amazing here. She was meant to be with me.

Finally, I got the chance to love her like I’d always wanted.

I got to cherish her hot, curvy body. And damn did I want another taste, but I knew she’d be sore.

Winking, I picked up our plates and took them into the kitchen to place them in the sink. I sat back on the couch, down the other end to where she was sitting cross-legged, looking all cute with her shy smiles. “Glad you enjoyed it, babe,” I answered.

“Next time, it’s my turn to cook.”

“Deal.”

She nodded and eyed me through a hooded gaze, cheeks tinting.

“What’s my sweet little birdy thinkin’?”

She covered her face with her hands and shook her head.

“You gotta tell me now, babe.”

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