Page 21 of Songbird
I wrapped her in my arms, pulling her close and holding her as if my embrace could shield her from all the ills in the universe. Izzy didn’t cry, but her eyes glistened with unshed tears, the faint shimmer betraying emotions she struggled to suppress. I held her, and gradually, felt her tension ease as she slowly calmed.
“You know, that’s why I didn’t mind being Sam’s beard.” Her voice held a wry tone. “It appeared I was in a relationship, which made my mother happy, but nothing was required of me.”
“I wish I could travel to Earth and kill anyone who ever hurt you. Especially this music producer,” I murmured, my lips against her hair. I didn’t know about Earth, but Alliance laws considered an action such as his rape. And the fact it wasfacilitated by her own mother sickened me. I’d like to kill her too but kept that to myself.
“That’s very sweet.” Izzy accepted my need to offer violence in the spirit in which it was given.
I gently stroked her back, my fingers tracing soft patterns against her skin while my other hand moved tenderly through her hair, smoothing each strand as if it were delicate silk. Slowly, her tense muscles gradually loosened, her breathing becoming slower and more even as she relaxed.
Knowing the details of her sexual history stirred a fierce protectiveness within me, igniting a fiery desire to kill anyone who had ever caused her harm. It also led me to realize that Izzy most likely had never felt pleasure in an intimate embrace.
“Can I ask you another question?”
Izzy nodded slowly. Her silky hair cascaded across her shoulders like a waterfall, its gentle waves brushing softly against my skin in a tender caress.
“Have you ever climaxed?”
Her body tensed slightly, though not as rigidly as it had been moments before, and a vivid crimson hue spread across her cheeks. “Um... never with anyone else.”
A soft chuckle escaped my lips, uncontrollable and genuine. She was, without a doubt, the most endearing creature in the entire universe. I let my fingertips catch under her chin, raising her gaze until our eyes met. “Izzy, do you trust me?”
Her bright blue eyes, like twin sapphires gleaming under the sun, met mine. I saw the depth of trust shimmering within them as she gave a slow nod.
I moved cautiously, deliberately, as if approaching a wounded animal that might bolt at the slightest provocation. Truthfully, given her past, Izzy was not much different in her fragility. I lowered my face, allowing my cheek to brush softly against hers, trailing down the curve of her neck. My breathdanced lightly across her skin, teasing with its warmth. Izzy released a soft sigh of pleasure, a delicate sound that spoke volumes.
“You like it when I nuzzle you?” I whispered against her skin.
“Yes.”
Deliberately and meticulously, I ensured that every inch of her skin received a tender kiss or a soft nuzzle. My movements were unhurried, each touch conveying affection and reverence. Finally, I brought my lips to hers. Warmth and ardor melded together, creating a moment of intense connection.
“You like when we kiss?” I growled against her lips.
“Yes, very much.” Izzy sighed, wrapping her arms around my neck and bringing my mouth back to hers.
As I kissed her deeply, I gently laid her back onto the plush sofa, feeling the warmth of her body as her soft breasts pressed against my chest. She pressed into me, her fingers delicately weaving through my mane and tracing over my shoulders, leaving a trail of tingling sensation in their wake.
The heat of the moment surged through me, and I felt the aching pressure of desire throbbing in my cock so overwhelmingly that it bordered on pain. I ignored it. Tonight was for Izzy alone. I wanted her to know how good it could be between us.
“Will you let me give you pleasure, songbird?” I murmured against her lips.
“Pleasure?” Our faces were so close her warm breath washed over me in a wave of sweetness and spice. “Don’t we need to fuck... for the conciliator?”
“Eventually,” I grinned, trying to wrangle my throbbing cock into submission. “But tonight is for you. I want to show you how it can be with a male who wants nothing more than to showyou pleasure.” I cut my gaze toward the other room. “May I carry you to the bed, it will be more comfortable.”
Her head gave a jerky movement, as though she couldn’t make her mind up between agreeing and refusing. Yet a softly uttered, “yes” escaped her lips, accompanied by a flush of color to her cheeks. I lifted her without effort, she felt so tiny and light in my arms.
A shiver coursed through her body once more, but this time it was different. Previously, it had been a reflexive effort. Now, a wave of electric anticipation rippled through her as I laid her atop the mattress, lying down beside her.
“You will tell me to stop if anything feels uncomfortable.”
“O—okay.” Her arousal scent thickened like honeyed syrup.
She leaned in close, her breath mingling with mine as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her lips brushed against mine, tender yet insistent, and I could feel the gentle warmth of her mouth enveloping me. Her tongue danced with mine, eager and playful, as if inviting me into a world of intimacy. The taste of something sweet lingered on her lips, mixed with a hint of spice that sent a shiver down my spine. There was an indescribable flavor in her kiss, something intoxicating that made my pulse quicken, and my body responded with a throbbing urgency.
I let out a low groan as I wrapped my arms around her, drawing her closer until our bodies were flush against each other. Her lips were soft and warm, and I could feel her breath mingling with mine as the kiss intensified. She responded by pressing her body into mine, her hips moving instinctively with a deliberate rhythm against the firmness of my desire.
Typically, I was notorious for having quite a filthy mouth during intimate moments. It was an integral part of the act, helping to maintain the illusion of a spoiled, wealthyplayboy. However, uttering such things to Izzy felt... wrong. The connection with her was too genuine and special to sully with insincere words.
