“Why would you think such things, do not do that, do not attempt to make something happen,” he snaps, all humor leaving his face.
“What?” I ask.
His eyes focus on mine again and he blinks. “You transferred your fears and thoughts to me, Birdie.”
“I did?” I ask.
He nods his head slowly. “You did.”
“Wow,” I breathe.
He tosses the knife to the side and I hear it clatter against the wooden flooring before he climbs off of me. I immediately miss the weight of him sitting against my hips. He’s still completely naked and I can’t help but spy his hard length and think about him sliding it inside of me.
“You’re doing it again,” he says, though a bit rougher this time.
“I am?”
He nods his head once, then lifts his hand and motions for me. Pushing myself up, he faces his palm forward and I stop. Without another word, he walks around me and I feel his fingers roughly tugging against the corset.
The corset that Sybilla’s country has, has quite a few differences from mine, one being that the laces are soft beautiful ribbons instead of string. When it’s loosened, I expect him to rip it off of me, but he doesn’t.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“This fabric, it’s very soft, is it easier to wear?” he asks.
I hum, shaking my head. “Having your insides bound isn’t comfortable no matter what fabric you’re laced up with.”
He doesn’t say anything as he continues to strip the corset, then the rest of the underclothes from me. I take the opportunity to remove my bloomers, but as I begin to roll down my thigh-high stockings, he grunts causing me to stop.
“Keep them on.”
Heat climbs up my neck and cheeks and I close my eyes, inhaling a swift breath as his lips touch my shoulder.
“Imagine more, Birdie. Send me images of what you want me to do to you.”
Pinching my eyes closed, I try not to do that. The last thing I want is to not only inflate his overly large ego, but to show him just how much I desire him. He’s a jerk-off. His tongue snakes out and he tastes my shoulder, then sinks his teeth into my flesh and it sends shots of desire throughout my entire body.
“I want to know exactly what you like,” he purrs.
I hesitate even breathing, mainly because what I like is everything that he does to me. He doesn’t even really have to touch me, just a whisper of a touch is enough to make me crave him.
My blood starts to heat, it burns hot just beneath the surface and I try to push the images out of my head, but I can’t. They surface and when they do, they’re of him inside of me, but I’m riding him, his lips are wrapped around my nipple and one of his hands is buried in the back of my hair while the other is gripping the outside of my hip.
“I can do that,” he grunts.
COLT
Not only can this woman transport herself and others, she can tap into people’s thoughts and conversations, now she can send telepathy images to others. She is indeed growing in her powers and magic. She is spectacular and I don’t want to share any of her powers with the world.
“Turn around,” I demand.
My back is against the headboard of the bed, my legs outstretched and my length hard and ready for her to take. She turns around and I watch as the pink in her cheeks and chest turn bright red.
She doesn’t need instructions to climb toward me, straddling my lap. I don’t let her align herself with my cock yet. Reaching out, I wrap one of my hands around her waist, gripping her tightly. The other I slip between her thighs.
Birdie lets out a whimper as soon as my fingers touch her already damp and sensitive center. It hasn’t been more than just a few days since I’ve been with her, but it has felt like an eternity. I don’t know if that’s the gods doing, or just because I adore her and desire her as much as I do.
Her hips roll as she rides my fingers, her eyes hooded as she looks down at me, watching. She licks her lips, her breathing coming out in pants as she lifts her hands and her nails dig into my shoulders.
I want to bring her to release before I fill her, then I want to bring her to another release while she rides me. Her mind starts to spin and I am witness to every single image that appears in her head. She’s showing me exactly what she wants, the way that she wants it and I highly doubt she is doing it purposely.
It doesn’t matter, I will take whatever she gives me. Her hips roll and jerk, she bucks above me and I can do nothing but continue to give her pleasure with my fingers and watch. She’s close, not only can I feel it, I can sense it through her visions.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I watch as her head falls back and she lets out a cry of pleasure. Her release takes over, her entire body stiffens, but I don’t stop touching and stroking her, not until I’m sure that she is completely satisfied.
Her eyes flutter open and she shifts her head so that her gaze meets mine. “Colt,” she says on a shaky breath.
“Darlin’,” I grunt.
Birdie’s lips curve up into a grin and she dips her chin, her lips almost touching mine. Sliding my hand from her hip, I dance my fingers up her spine and curl them in her hair at the nape of her neck.
Tugging her head back, I expose her throat and press
