Sparrow

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He waisted no time as he picked me up and sat me on the counter like I weighed nothing, the cold bite of the granate quickly replaced by the warmth of his rough hands on my skin.

I fumbled at the zipper to my dress, as he set his hand on my exposed thigh, stroking up and up until His hands intertwined with my panties and he was pulling at them until they were looped around my one ankle.

his large hand that was free ripped down the bodice of my dress to expose my bare chest to him.

He stopped for a moment, eyes lowering and moving to take in every inch of me. His breath catching as his eyes landed on my chest, and they flashed with desire so hot it burnt my skin.

I let out a gasp of shock as he lunged forward onto me, lips and teeth coming to kiss a train from my jaw down to my exposed neck, kissing and sucking my skin until I was delirious from his touch.

His eyes were dark, sinful, and both our hands were covered in blood. My hands smearing it onto the glass as I called his name into the silence.

He was breathing heavily, hands gripping hard as he moved down to suck my right nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking and licking.

His teeth bit down hard, and I yelped and I surged forward pushing myself into him, as his hands continued to pull against my dress until it was hiked up at my waist, frantic and needing the be closer.

The fabric keeping him from pressing fully between my legs. "Stupid fucking dress." He hissed, as he lifted my ass and forced it down over my hips and off, causing one of my heels to fall off in the process.

"You picked it." I moaned with a laugh, causing him to look up at me, eyes blinking under his lashes, His face splattered with blood, he looked like a fucking masterpiece.

"Shut the fuck up." He hissed, before smashing his lips onto mine and once against grabbing me into his arms.

He moved us in quick strides into the shower, moving so my back was against the tile wall.

We were both covered in blood, And when he placed his hand on either sides of my face, I could smell the crimson iron. I should be repulsed, repulsed by the way he kisses me like I'm his salvation even when covered in the blood of our enemies. But I'm not.

I let out a hearty breath at the impact of him and just how much I've changed, and another when cold water waiting a few seconds before turning warm sprayed down on us. A gasp leaving my lips, as he tugged my bottom lip and pulled at it.

"Baby I need you." He growled, as he let me down from his arms and caged me against the wall. He still had his pants on, and they were now soaked along with his boxers.

My hands fumbled with excitement at his belt, then the zipper of his pants , pulling them and his boxers down he stepped out of each, as the water washed away the blood, turning the floor of the shower red.

"Sparrow." He said with a shiver as I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him closer.

The shower with glass walls cages us, and I could see our reflection as he bent me over against it. His eyes reverent on me, as he ran his hands over my back and hips and down my thighs.