“Thank you, Colt.”
“For?” I ask in confusion.
She smiles, pushing up slightly before her lips touch mine. “For feeding me, for making me come, for staying.”
I should get up right now. I should walk out of this room and go to my bed. I don’t. Instead, I wrap my arms around her back and roll us over. Birdie spreads her stockinged thighs and allows my hips to fall between them.
Touching my lips to hers, I slide my tongue along hers and she parts her lips allowing me to taste her. She swallows my moan as she lifts her hips and I slip my cock through her wet folds.
“Again,” she breathes.
“Yes,” I grind out.
And again, we relish in the feel of one another’s bodies. I don’t know how I’m able to take her again, to rise to the occasion, but I do. We aren’t hurried, we take our time, enjoying one another’s bodies, exploring each other as new lovers do.
I wonder if this is a mistake. Becoming comfortable with her, opening myself as much as I can with her. If she is taken from me, I will not have myself guarded as I wish to be. The world may see her as only a mistress, as that is all they can see her as, but right now she truly is something special.
Birdie Collins is not just a woman sent to me in an ancient prophecy, she is so much more than that, no matter how much I fight it. She is more than I want to admit. Saying it, even thinking it is a betrayal to Adelaide’s memory, but I know without a doubt that being with Birdie feels bigger than being with Adelaide ever did and I hate myself for that.
Chapter Sixteen
COLT
I have never actually slept next to a woman aside from Adelaide. Last night, I told myself I would only be beside her until she fell asleep. I don’t know how it happened, but I fell asleep as well and now the sun has risen and I’m wrapped around her slim body.
I should roll away, sneak off and head back to my room, but she pulls me under her spell just a little more. Birdie rolls over in my arms with a sigh, and I watch as her eyelids flutter open.
Those blue eyes stare at me for a moment. There is nothing working behind them, just the pureness of the morning and just waking from a deep slumber.
“Mornin’ darlin’,” I rasp.
“You stayed,” she breathes.
It should not affect me. Her words, the way she says them, none of it should, but it does—all of it. Even the way she is looking at me, it affects me. Deep inside. I’m not quite sure what it means, but it is something and I’m not ready to dissect it, yet.
“I did,” I agree. “Martha will bring us breakfast. We’ll eat, then we have something to do today.”
“We do?”
Smiling, I shift close to her and touch my lips to the tip of her nose. “We do,” I murmur. “We’re going to town.”
There is a moment of silence, and I can tell that she’s thinking. I can see her brain working behind her eyes, but she doesn’t let me in on what her thoughts entail. I could ask her, demand to know what is going on in her pretty head, but I don’t.
Maybe one day I will know her well enough to have it all figured out, but for now, I find that I quite enjoy the mystery that is Birdie. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip and she lets out a sigh.
“I’m a bit nervous. What if I stand out? What if people know that I’m different? I feel okay here because I like Martha and Florence, but out there, nobody will know that I’m not like them, that I’m different.”
I almost laugh in her face, but I don’t. Instead, I only smile. She will no doubt be stared and gawked at, watched and scrutinized, but not just because she is different. All of this will happen because she will be on the arm of the leader of the entire country.
Deciding not to mention that to her, instead, I lean forward and touch my mouth to hers. She trembles in my embrace, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and digging her nails into my flesh, just the way I like.
Rolling her onto her back, I shift my hips, feeling her warmth against my hard length. Birdie lifts her legs, wrapping them around my lower back, her heels digging into my backside, begging me for more.
She will never have to beg.
Not Birdie.
Not ever.
I continue to roll my hips against her damp folds, coating my cock with her wetness, until I feel as though she is ready to take me easily. When she is, I align myself with her center and slowly sink inside of her tight heat.
“Amazing,” I breathe.
I can’t help myself. She is just that… amazing. Clenching my teeth together, I look into her abnormally blue eyes and move inside of her. It’s too early for this to be rough play or maybe it’s just the fact that I woke up beside her, that it feels like more than just a romp.
It should be just that, a romp, but it isn’t. I have never thought of it as simply that with her. She is no soiled dove, just being inside of her feels like I’m in heaven with the gods—supreme bliss.
I know now that it isn’t real.
The gods have put this feeling inside of me, they have planted the seed of my imagination, of my desire.
Slanting my head to the side, I touch my mouth to hers as I continue to take her. She whimpers against my lips and I swallow the sound before I slide my tongue inside of her, needing to taste her as my blood begins to boil just beneath my skin.
I feel her
