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Now, I loved him, and he was somehow more stunning.

I ran to him and jumped into his arms, his mouth closing over mine as he unclasped my cloak and his before laying them on the ground.

When he returned to me, our mouths collided in a feverish kiss as we knelt to the ground.

I guided Adrian’s overcoat from his shoulders and ran my hands beneath his tunic, palms smoothing over his warm, hard stomach.

He shivered. “Your hands are cold.”

I smiled. “I need them warm for what I want to do.”

He raised a brow. “What exactly do you want to do?”

I rose higher onto my knees, my gaze level with his as I answered. “Suck your cock.”

Adrian grinned and pulled me close.

“That mouth, Sparrow,” he said, and his tongue parted my lips, twining with my own.

His hands pressed into my body as he ground into me, his arousal pressing hard against my stomach. With my hands warmed, I stroked him up and down as we kissed, smoothing beads of come over the crown of his cock until his fingers dug into my skin as he held me.

“You should sit back,” I said as I pulled away. He did as I asked, resting his back against the tree. He gathered my hair into his hand as I bent to take him into my mouth. He was warm, and the come that had gathered at the tip of his cock was salty. I liked the way his breath hitched as I worked him with my hand and my tongue, the sting of my scalp as his fingers tightened in my hair, the bulge of his muscles as he dug his heels into the ground.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his fingers pressing into my neck. He held me in place for a few seconds with his cock fully in my mouth before pulling me up and kissing me.

“I want to be inside you,” he said.

I shifted forward, straddling him and sinking down onto his cock, my knees digging into the hard earth despite our thick cloaks.

“Do you like this?” I asked.

He laughed, hands on my breasts, squeezing every time I thrust my hips.

“Sparrow, I love this.”

“Then tell me how it feels to be inside me.”

“Warm.” He paused, lost in his own pleasure. “Wet.”

I laughed. “You are not very creative.”

“Hmm,” he said and let his hands fall to my hips. I was not certain if he was agreeing or if he could not form words. “You wouldn’t be either if you were about to explode.”

We grew quiet except for our ragged breaths, and I focused on the warmth spreading throughout my body, radiating from where we were joined. I widened my knees and Adrian’s hand slipped under my skirt, using this thumb to slide over my clit. My muscles tensed and I held my breath, trying to prolong this feeling and let it build until I was light-headed and unable to contain it. I let my head fall back, my orgasm tearing through me as I came. I was left feeling drained, my body shaking as I collapsed against Adrian. He held me tight, one hand gripping my neck, the other on my ass as he thrust into me a few more times, groaning as he came.

We lay there for some time, uncaring that it was cold or that the ground was hard. I stared at the field where the sun still shone, turning tall blades of grass into golden wheat.

“I forgot how blue the sky was,” I said. “I did not think that would ever happen.”

Adrian’s hands stilled, ceasing to run through my hair. “I am sorry.”

I lifted my head and stared at him so he could see my expression as I answered. “I am not.”

We rose to our feet and I walked to the edge of the tree line, right where the red sky faded into blue. Adrian came close, his chest flush with my back. One hand went around my waist and the fingers of his other laced through mine.

“What happens if you stay in the sunlight?” I asked.

“I burn,” he said, and he lifted our entwined hands into the sunlight. I watched them, his pale skin contrasting brightly with my own. It took a few minutes, but soon blisters appeared on his skin, and those quickly burst, turning into red sores, and sizzled. My hand shook as he held it, and I jerked it from the light.