Sparrow

65

Whatever our souls were made of, his and mind were the same

She looked ravishing

She always did.

Serina looked so good dripping in diamonds and blood red.

Her dress was the color of the insides of our enemies, and her heels clicked on the cement and her plump lips were turned upwards in a cat like grin.

I watched her eyes wander down along the ground, to the crimson Circular stain edged into the pavement a few meters from us. Watched as she shivered and quickly looked away, wetting her lips to say

"Don't ever fake your death again without telling me it I'll kill you myself." She said as she came up to me, as I lent Against the side of a car meant for the god of death.

Her hair was curled and she threw it behind her shoulder as she pressed her body up against mine despite having threatened me seconds ago. Serina fit so perfectly against me, her body melting into mine.

She swayed her hips, stepping from one foot to the other and she brushes up against my cock that was already starting to harden to stone in my pants.

"I won't sparrow." I answered lowly the same time I grilled her hips to keep her from pushing or grinding on me further, as I was already losing my control and if we didn't get in the car in the next few seconds we wouldn't be going at all.
I'd love to spend the night eating her delectable cunt until she is screaming my name but—"After dinner." I say, somehow and she gives me an almost pouting look as her eyes zeroed in on mine, soft yet dangerous.

"What do you have planned? Hmm? I don't often dress this fancy." She mellowed, smoothing her hands down her sides and down the fabric of the dress that was clinging to her skin.

"Dinner. And if your good...dessert" I say lowly, and her eyes lit up.

How did I ever feel fine about hurting her? How could I have ever planned to give her away so willingly?

How could I have treated her the way I did, and still have her pressed to me now, with her so deeply in love with me?

Did I deserve it? Did I deserve her? Probably not. No. But she didn't care what I deserved or what I didn't, nor for my sins, and god I loved her for that.

"so we are going on a date." Her smile made me want to pull her closer, so close we'd be inseparable.
"but What about my fathers men, what about—" she started, and her dazzling little minx smile fell.

"Who cares." I answered before she could finish.

"I promised you this. Let me keep this promise." I whispered lowly as I rested my forehead against hers.

I could see every detail of her face, and even if I closed my eyes, I'd still remember.

My hands drawing there way around her waist, a small gasp coming from her cherry lips as I tugged her body closer. I needed her closer "Okay." She stammered, breathing slightly uneven.

"Okay."

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Serina POV