Page 75 of Lost Lyrebird

I match her expression, raising my brow right back, and slide my hand up her leg.Goosebumps spread over her flesh at my touch.The silky smoothness of her leg is divine under my palm, and then her other foot comes up.Her fucking heels dig into my stomach.The threat is unmistakable.A bluff, or will she truly impale me if I don’t back down?

Guess we’ll find the fuck out, won’t we?

Testing it, I lean over her and plant my hand on the back of the couch.Her legs bend.The fierce glare she gives is not a deterrent.If anything, it lights me fuck up.

“I like you down there.Under me.Seems like it’s where you belong.”

“That right?”She tries to sit up.But I refuse to let her go and tighten my hold on her leg.

“Thinkin’ so, yeah.”

Her breath catches.And I realize it’s in these small tells that she reveals all.

It hurts like a motherfucker when her heels stab deeper.However, this is the kind of pain I could get addicted to.And thankfully, my tolerance levels are better than most.Only when I prove my point—that she can’t break free of me, and I can keep her locked up as long as I wish—do I let my grip go and allow her legs to slip back to the floor.

I place my other hand on the couch and cage her in.Our breaths dance together as I stare down at her.The fire she’s throwing in her eyes alone has me hard as fuck.

“Don’t let me stop you.Open those fucking thighs and finish getting yourself off.”

The defiance in her gaze speaks volumes.

“I said open them, woman.”

“And if I don’t?”

With a growl layering my tone, I repeat myself.“One.Last.Fucking.Time.Open.Them.Or you won’t like what comes next, Lil’.”

She twists so that her body is straightened.She flutters her lashes and smirks at me, which is going to earn her a smack to her ass if she’s not careful.But then, like a good girl, she finally widens those pretty thighs of hers.Her hand runs up and down the inside of her thigh before it comes to rest over her pussy.

“Are you just going to watch?”

“Is that what you want?”

She eyes me critically for a moment and shrugs.“And if I want more?”

“You can have whatever your little wicked heart desires, and I think you know it.So what do you want, Lil’?”

The side of her mouth pulls into a broader smile.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

She considers me for a long time and then says something I didn’t expect to leave her lips.“Lose the shirt and trade places with me.”As I consider her words, she stands, places her hand on my chest, and backs me up a step.She takes a moment to place a kiss on my jaw and bites it, which sends a bolt of raw desire through me.And that’s before she fucking nibbles her way to my ear and whispers, “Before you touch me, I want to learn what you taste like and hear you moan my name.”

Jesus Christ.

She’s a lit end to a trail of gasoline, and goddamn… I can’t wait to see how long and hot she burns.There’s so much fight in her that I know it’ll be a war between sexes, a power play, and one I can’t wait to win.

Within seconds, I’m exactly where she wants me—dressed down, shirt tossed, and on the couch in her place.Reaching out, I take her fingers into mine and pull her down over me.So it’s my lap, my cock, my thighs she’s sitting on.

Going from seeing it to experiencing it firsthand, taking in her sultry floral scent, watching how the lights shimmer over her features, and finally getting close enough to see the striations of gold in her irises, it’s everything.The sweat on her skin, the golden highlights in her hair, the small details that make her feel more human and less doll-like—it all has my body igniting with need.Need for her.To touch, taste, and fuck this beautiful creature.

Her fingernails feel like heaven as they trace the ink of my chest tattoo.She trails her nail over it, learning the artistry put into the design.Her eyes flick up to mine repeatedly to check on my reaction.Me?I’m spinning.Her touch both grounds me and has me spiraling.My heart is fucking racing.Her beauty up close… any and all imperfections—scars, smeared mascara, a pimple she’s tried to cover up, and a divot in her nose, possibly from an old piercing—add to her complexity.They are all pieces that make up this stunning creature I’ve captured for a moment in time.

“How long have you had this one?”

It takes me a moment to recall.“Seven years or so.”