His grin grows and he shakes his head once, but then he begins to speak. “I went to the bordello. I played a few hands of poker and had a couple glasses of whiskey.”
My heart starts to pound wildly in my chest as I wait for him to finish telling me exactly what else he did at a whorehouse. I know that it’s a bar, but I also know what else it is, and I want to hear it all.
“And?” I urge.
His gaze shifts to the side, then slowly comes back to meet mine. “And I was invited into a new girl’s room by Bessie Silks, the madam you met the other day.”
My stomach drops.
Tears immediately fill my eyes and I’m glad that he’s being honest, but does he have to smile as he’s speaking about it. Does he have to reminisce? What the actual fuck?
Colt shifts closer to me, his mouth brushes against mine and he lets out a breath. “Nothing happened. She was just simply not you, Birdie. I didn’t even get two steps inside of the room before I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was not where I wanted to be, that there was only one lady’s bedroom I wished to be standing in, and only one lady I wished to be inside of.”
“Lady?” I snort. “I’m guessing what I’m doing with you, the way that we do it completely negates the lady title.”
Colt lets out a chuckle, but doesn’t move his lips from mine. “You’re indeed a lady, darlin’. My lady.”
“Oh yeah?”
He hums. “Yes.”
Then without another word, his tongue slips inside of my mouth and he tastes me. His stroke is long and hard, my entire body melts toward him. Lifting my legs, I wrap them around his waist and pull him closer to me. I can feel his hard length beneath his wool trousers pressing against my center.
He grunts, continuing to kiss me, shifting his hips backward, while his hands move between us. I can feel him working open his pants, then he begins to fiddle with my long bloomer shorts and I gasp when he rips the thin material in half.
My head drops back and I let out a moan as I feel his hard length press against me. I want to feel him slide all the way in. I need him to stretch and fill me. The wind blows in through the window, filling the air with a sweet smell as he slides inside of my body.
Lifting my head, I bury one of my hands in the back of his hair and grip the strands tightly, my eyes focused on his and looking nowhere else. His gaze does the same, his eyes don’t leave mine as he begins to move inside of me.
“Colt,” I breathe.
He dips his chin in a slight nod. “I know,” he rasps.
One of his hands lifts, wrapping around the side of my throat before he shifts it to the back of my neck and squeezes me there. His grip is firm, his gaze intense as he begins to slam into me, grinding his pelvis against me with each thrust.
I watch as he licks his lips, his breath coming out in soft pants as he fucks me. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t kiss me, just watches me and it’s so intense. A shiver breaks out over my entire body, my breathing coming out in a shaky exhale.
“You’re mine, Birdie. The gods have decided this without us, but even if they had not, you would still be mine.”
Shaking my head, tears fill my eyes because it is simply not the truth. I may have fallen in love with him, but he has not done the same with me. He is saying this because the fate of his world depends on it, not because he believes it.
Something shifts in the air around us, something that I can’t quite put my finger on, but I can practically taste the humidity in the air. Colt growls, his body moving harder and faster as he brings me closer to the edge, teetering and on the verge of falling over.
My fingers grip his hair as my chest pushes forward and my head falls back. Closing my eyes, I feel—everything. His lips brush the center of my throat, his hips moving and grinding against me with each thrust, then he stops as his lips suck on my neck.
“I love you, Birdie.”
“No, you don’t,” I grind out.
He snorts, then nips my bottom lip hard before he forces my head back up, gripping my neck tightly. I’m afraid there are going to be fingertip shaped bruises along the sides of my throat as hard as he’s gripping me, but he certainly has my attention, especially when he slams inside of me and doesn’t move again.
He’s frozen. I’m frozen. Our breaths are heavy as we watch one another, but it’s Colt who speaks first.
“I do, darlin’ and I plan on showing you.”
Shaking my head, I pinch my eyes closed, but he doesn’t allow that for long. His mouth touches mine and he lets out a moan that I feel down to my bones. He doesn’t deepen the kiss, just touches his lips against my own as he begins to move his hips again.
This time he takes me slower, softer, and dare I say, sexier. I didn’t know that it was possible for him, for the way he moves inside of me to even be sexier than it already was, but it is and my breath hitches as my orgasm starts to take over my entire body.
I love this woman. I know that I shouldn’t. It could all be a mirage, but gods be damned, I love her.
The orgasm rushes through me, the words that he says, filling my head, but his mouth doesn’t move. It’s then that I realize I’m reading his thoughts. My legs start to shake and I try to concentrate enough with my own thoughts to send them back to him,
